Message (feat. Stayfully Dt) Video (MV)

(Gotta give that boy at CCM, a 100 bands)

I been tryna keep it bool, but niggas ass gon' end up missing

Hearing all this shit they said they gon' do to me, they aint never gon' kill a nigga
I was known for popping top since I was a little nigga
Alright, I was known for getting guap since I can remember
Alright, all you niggas bitches on my dick since bert, done signed a deal

I pop a perk, I mix the X with it, I like how that shit feel
We really in the streets, we spin shit like a wheel
I love when my opps die, that shit give me the chills
Bitch, I'm gon' grab the chopper, bro gon' grab the wheel

Bitch, we'll kill a nigga soul, but don't need no pills
Bitch, I'm like Tyreek, I'm in the field, I'm probably in the Hills
Yeah, that rapper do all that killing in his songs, aint never did no drill
He don't know how it feel, he ain't never take no soul for real

Niggas say they slid me, how the f*ck you ain't kill for me?
I got foolies, they out they mind, they quick to drill about me
Bitch, I'm a legend around this bitch, and when I die, they gon' remember me
Niggas getting on my nerves, I need a yerk

My Glock an SRT, I call this bitch a skrt
I'm tired of babying bitches, know Bert still flirt
I pray I catch a opp in public, I swear to God I go berserk
We dont shoot from deep, I get close blood up on my shirt

Everybody want a tote a switch, I know that choppa gon' do the work
You ain't never see a gangsta turn into a bitch, them hollows make em twerk
They asking for that old Bert like social, nigga, there he go
Choppa in my Amiri Jeans, got me walking pigeon-toed

BNB full of gang, we sipping drank until we get a lo
I am not a rapper, that other dude a certified capper
Heard about that lil' attempt, you ain't no shooter nigga, keep on rapping

We the opposite
My gang some shooters, they known for popping shit
Off a lot of blicks, don't get us mad, we'll park the whip
Ain't gon' lie, ain't trying to squash shit, bitch, we all in
When a nigga end up dead, they screaming aww man, box em in
Alright

If you aint get active in them cars, nigga, you ain't got no say-so
Everybody wanna a tote switch, told Bert just pass the Draco
Gotta get back for Troub, pussy still owe us one from Fazo

Matt told me to chill, to stack them M's, get rich and lay low
Get rich and lay low
Niggas barking on that net until we pop that mango
Foolies everywhere in traffic, you can't go where we go

Trying to spoof a custo, make a load
Back to back, in splizzy broad day, he aint make it home
Pussy stop acting like you killing, you ain't take a soul
Foolies out and we in traffic

Quit to lay em down, just like a match
When I shoot a switch, this hit em faster
Crackas get behind us, we gotta scratch em
And we ain't throw no guns, they gotta catch us
All high speeds, this here the fastest