yo
chase b
i'm going dumb in a moshpit
if i'm out in the crowd
i lost it
i can't close my eyelids
why? 'cause a young nigga off it
uh
i got the message like a prophet
i got the message like a
i got the message like a prophet
uh
last year
made a big profit
uh
big bands
put it in my wallet
uh
smoking this gas got me coughing
yes
sir
if you talk that bad
put you in a casket or a coffin
yeah
it's a motherfucking stickup
put your hands up or get hit up
i grew up a bad nigga
section 8 baby
i was in the projects with the hitters
now
i count bands
count figures
you don't fuck with sheck wes? get the finger
danced on a ho like mike
danced on a ho like the wizard
my youngin heart cold like december
streets done turned him to a killer
the car panoramic
all white
ku klux klan-in'
i got in her panties
i didn't eat the candy
the new one is spanish
i hopped out the coupe
gave a rack to her grannie
i don't do the bogus
ain't tryna expose you
i didn't even tell 'em your house was foreclosure
i didn't even know
i'm so sorry
i'm sorry
i thought that you fucked him
i owe you for life
and you won with no score
i hop off the jet
i hop on the boat
i'm smokin' biscotti
it's makin' me choke
i have afterparties and air out the parties
i'm drinkin' red
i don't want no bacardi
when i get the kids
you look so sorted
you look like you have a good time with your buddies
i know that you need a little break and they fussin' with you
it's the oath to shoot out of the bucket with you
need a nanny
i go randy savage
i gave 'way the rollie
the ap is 'matic
got daytonas
breitlings
got skeletons added
the shit don't look average
i like how it's setting
i'm checking the static
i'm checking the settings
this piece 'round my neck
eat while cookin' my patty
i'm hungry as fuck
'bout to eat out her catty
i got the biggest spot inside the valley
i'm next to john wall
i could throw him an alley
run the play
boy
mansion is steppin'
i put on some ice
now i'm cold as an attic
i know how to fold
they took all my cash in
i know how to fish
i know that i'm rich
i poured an eight in a sierra mist
ranned up some m's
i don't need a lick
heard she was gone
i don't see that bitch
i'm going dumb in a moshpit
if i'm out in the crowd
i lost it
i can't close my eyelids
why? 'cause a young nigga off it
uh
i got the message like a prophet
i got the message like a
i got the message like a prophet
uh
last year
made a big profit
uh
big bands
put it in my wallet
uh
smoking this gas got me coughing
yes
sir
if you talk that bad
put you in a casket or a coffin
yeah
it's a motherfucking stickup
put your hands up or get hit up
i grew up a bad nigga