j-j-j-just in my zone
i close my figures up
all your hoes chose me
nigga
calm down
louis pouch across my body
this is not for fashion
this is not a playground - ain't no fist fight
bitch
i'm blastin'
niggas say they lookin' for me like i'm not right here
man
if i tatted tears
i'd be cryin' to my beard
man
bitch
i'm tryna fuck
i've been inside for thirteen years now
i've been on so many flights
it's like my record's clear now
a.k.a. the man
a.k.a. i never ran
don't make me turn this red light on your head like you roxanne
only talk to bosses
not the second-in-command
niggas bringin' talks to me
you better have a plan
'cause they don't have a cure for all my pain
a.k.a. it's not nice and i live up to my name
gyah
gyah! diss the boy? are you insane?
i drink henny when i shoot my pistol at the range
that way
when i'm tipsy
i still know i got my aim
a.k.a. it's not nice and it's not a fuckin' game
gyah
gyah! you and i
we're not the same
posted like ibaka
got your wifey runnin' brains
she was there with boydem
kicked my front door off the frame
she say i look like usher when i'm trappin' in the rain
trap
trap
trappin' in the rain
she say i look like usher when i'm trappin' in the rain
just know i'm a shooter first and rap is not my thing
a.k.a. it's not nice and i live up to my--
hidin' in the racks
i don't pay tax
twelve on my back
might drive the caddy around but i never lack
baka not with the shit? so yeah
who tellin' you that?
i went to jail the day they released men in black
when i came out
timberlake was bringin' sexy back
facts
nigga! facts!
i fell in love with my strap
named my son milli 'cause i want a milli' to stack
gyah
gyah! go run and tell that
you niggas move like the cops
don't make me pepper your block
out the window while the whip's movin'
that's a hell of a shot
fuck all my opps
i'll put you niggas on fox
gyah
gyah! diss the boy? are you insane?
i drink henny when i shoot my pistol at the range
that way
when i'm tipsy
i still know i got my aim
a.k.a. it's not nice and i live up to my--