You.Know.I.Had.to.Do.It Video (MV)

Lemme start off by sayin you a f*ck boy wanna be
Claimin I ain't flexing I ain't got a f*ckin Rollie
That might be true but my glasses are Versace
Seein that you fake you claimin your shit is the hottest
Wrist rockin Burberry
Belt is Ferragamo
Might cop me some Louis
You stuck in a pothole
Claimin that my shit is sounding trash
You say it's awful
Look into the mirror nigga
Tell me that I'm not wrong
Sellin all the Perkys
Bussin off a Xanax
Stealin all my lyrics
You say that you made it
That shit plagiarism
Dumbass check my status
Pluggin off of iTunes
Spotify I'm flexin
Check me out on Youtube
LNS Goblins
Shawty say I'm best and
Rockin on my Robins
You a little broke boy
You just out here flexin
Claimin that I ain't shit
Say it to my face then
Lookin like a low class
Logic Eminem ass
My bitches are dumb bad
Take it in your own ass
You a little gay boy
Cryin for your hoe back
Cuz I might just steal her
She know that I tote tags
Bitch you lookin sleezy
Think it's kinda easy
You can't even top me
You can't even diss me
All my niggas true fans
You got no supportin
I might end your rap track
Are you even worth it
Bitch you hit me up first
Bitch you in the gutters
I might catch you lackin
I might catch you slumpin
Nigga you ain't nothin
I ain't see you front
Totin on my glock better
Get a f*ckin cover
I dont f*ck with beefin
But your ass was dissin
Imma get to heatin
Find a pot to piss in
Imma catch you lackin
Leave you in the back an
Hit you with the shotty
Then I tell her throw it back and
Really drippin Fiji
You ain't drippin nothin
Sippin on my lean lean
Wokin off I'm bussin
Catch your ass in public
Better get to runnin
Bullets get to dumpin
Gang it get to huntin
Goofy ass nigga tryina be like me
And I find it really funny you can't hit like me
You can't spit like me you can't breathe like me
Lay you down up in your grave you tryina lead like me
I be winnin the race
Earndhart in my vains
Driftin like its Nascar
Get your goofy ass face
Out my f*ckin DM's
You a damn disgrace
Know you tryina beat them
But my homies gon lay
Bitch I got a better flow
You can't flow if it was for
Savin your damn life
Same with all your f*ckin bros
Bitch your gang ain't shit
Rather call it a clique
You a dick ridin f*cka
You ain't droppin no hits
I be poppin that Glock off
Think you got that shit wrong
You say that you made it
You a copy cat how
Many more times
Should I tell you that you ain't hot
Throw you in the back seat
Hit you with the sawed off
Smoke gas like a Jewish
Nigga you so foolish
Hit you with a full clip
You ain't even provin
You ain't even showin
You ain't even blowin
Sayin that you'd make it in the
Game but you ain't gloin
Ridin in a Nissan
You ride in a Taurus
Big box motor
Tires get to smokin
You ain't smokin nothin
I just think you bluffin
Hit you Call of Duty
It's a one to nothin
Hopin that you OD
I'll hit you with a needle
I don't see you smokin
Reggie in your reefer
Pistol in the party
But I ain't gon see you
Yo ass not invited
You can't even get through
Nigga f*ck you
Imma hit you with a slug too
Stealin all my lyrics
Shoot you down like World War 2
Bedroom studio
I don't care cuz imma make a hit
Quit actin like you better
Cuz you really ain't that different
Recordin on your phone
I got my AT2020 bitch
Prolly talk to feds I better watch
Before you f*ckin snitch
You lowkey like my music
That is quite amusing
You wanna make a track
But I think that you might ruin it
You claim that you tote tags
You ain't buyin nothin
I bought me a new grill
So me teeth are shinin
Your music is borin
Got me f*ckin snorin
My bitch got the titty tats
Your bitch fat as f*ck man
Ridin in a foreign
Sticky weed smokin
Hit another lick and then I
Put you in a coffin
Ride with Escobario
While we f*ckin bumpin
Bimmer finna shit tail
Put you in the oven
There ain't no discussion
Last nigga standin
EBG its LNS
That shit is for life man
Slumpin off a Xan pill
Backsweat swervin
Bear is packin up the heat
Nackey fill you up with
Bullet they some hollow tips
Dolph he leave you leakin
Skrtin out the dealership
All my brothers peakin
You really gotta stop
I put you on the song
Already fallin off
Reconsider what you've done
Hit you like I'm Nick Cruz
AR15 got the tool
Columbine I hit you
Medula finna split you
Lookin like your 12 boy
I play with the big toys
You ain't makin money but I
Got the work like I'm employed
"ASAP Andy"
F*ck Yung Spidey
Say that he bodied
Put him on the project
He really tryina prove it
He really lookin stupid
He straight up disrespectin
You know I had to do it
"ASAP Andy"
F*ck Yung Spidey
Say that he bodied
Put him on the project
He really tryina prove it
He really lookin stupid
He straight up disrespectin
You know I had to do it