Without the-
I wonder where I'd be I feel like Kanye
I got niggas go ape shit crazy bout me like Harambe
Same niggas they mask up and do whatever the hell I say
Don't gotta say it twice them niggas look at me like, "Copy"
I got you
Slimey nigga, I'ma wipe his nose he slip up sneeze lil bitch like, "Achoo"
Don't know where I'll be in this bitch without you
I'm crashing out on everybody all I see is red like Damu
Bad bitch, she be playing fake crazy I hate when she be acting
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
I swear all my money be adding
Drac its on my lap it turn a f*ck nigga to past tense
I'ma run it up don't do subtracting
Niggas talking down on us we went up on they ass and overlapped 'em
I'ma make 'em hate me cause I passed 'em
Niggas get to kissing, cuffing, f*cking on a bitch that we done passed around
Pass me the glock I'm finna blast him now
I got percs, I got drank in this bitch its going down
Freak hoe can't wait for me to throw it in her mouth
Throw it up I beat it out the park like I'm Mike Trout
Ten bands up on a jacket spend that shit without a doubt
I get her what she want I never look at the amount
They ask me why I do it she get wetter than a spout
A home inside my heart but you can't stay up in this house
They say why I'm so cold I say I'm stuck up in my ways
If I tell you it all yall would not look at me the same
I need a lil college hoe so smart to give me brain
I run it up so much I won't be the last in the race
I-I I run it up so much I'm gone go "haha" to the bank
I'ma run his ass down and let them hollows hit his face
I blow that gas you rip it out the plastic that shit stank
They looking down, I told all of my dawgs we gone be straight