why that nigga ridin' through my block like he from here?
never seen your whip on the strip
pussy niggas never was there
beating niggas up for bus fare
i barely had no lunch fare
now i'm sharing all my thots with the opps
my j robbin' everybody so i call him my son
i go to war with hundred rounds
you go to war with your tongue
meant every word that i said
walk down out the minivan
go and weigh a whole hundred bands
i know she won't be there no more
i don't need my gang to hype me up
paid my youngin for a body
he just made me send a photo
and he gon' find out the info
you should've let that shit go
had to tell the bitch i'm rich
whole time i was plottin' on your ex
sign to rubber band murder gang
it's murders on your contract
they can't bring him back
that bitch hit like mortal kombat
told him let me rob his rappin' friends
i'd probably never rap again
i ain't good with arguin'
can't no thottie claim me
don't know what i might do when i get angry
all i wanted to do was rob niggas
leave him in his drawers like dababy
see doe beezy in the building
know we brought them glocks out
we don't fuck with snitches
rubber band money gang shit
we ain't with that lame shit
my nephew harder than all you bitch ass niggas
fuck is you talkin' 'bout bitch?
you dig what the fuck goin' on