I swear this rap shit really easy
I'm right off top
With a big chop with me
Stop wearing that nigga hoodie
You might get-f*ck
Stop wearing that nigga hoodie
We almost popped me a round
F*ck, aight
I'm riding with FN
You know that bitch my best friend
Last night I made a hundred thousand cash
Today I slept in
Lil' ho says she won't f*ck unless it's raw
Give me the neck then
That hollow was the ten he saw
His ass got stretched, twin
Bitch, he ain't ever coming back
I could merch that bitch
That ever cut me off came running back
I could merch that's hella cash
Inside my bag, a hundred stacks
Bitch, I could merch you niggas' tunes
Be hella ass, be hella whack
I heard your song, it sounds like hella fibs
Like hella cap
Then cop these bows
I had to quit the scams, it's only trap
Oh, he in that mode
If we catch the opposition
They gon' get clapped
Oh, your bitch gone
She came around the gang
Now that shit a wrap
I can't tell you or your brother
You ain't get no back
Like, bitch, it's Mr. Walk 'em down
And roll 'em up, turn to a pack
Jojo got the fully in his pants
I know they think we lacking
Let them niggas move wrong
Tell the guys we gon' get to clapping
Make one wrong move
You gon' meet the heat
Half of y'all got 20 20 vision
Still ain't seeing me
I've been cutting necks, splitting checks
That's a guarantee
Why this man upset
Because his ho keep trying to get with me?
Better stop speaking on me
This yo last chance
I'm the type to break up your team
This y'all last dance
Few checks on the way
Got it in advance
Gotta carry around duffle bags
'cause I keep popping rubber bands
Damn
I told that girl I'm sorry
I told Jai to pass the sticks
Just like we playing Atari
I been locked in with the Kin
I ain't got time for a Barbie
If I cop another strap
I might as well be in the army
I got tired of switching lanes
In a cell like I'm Tory
If she wanna link again
Then I might end up on Maury
I just listened to your music
That shit whack and it's corny
I be talking 'bout my life
Y'all just be telling some stories