Five different plugs and they all got millions
Ten different bitches, got them all in the feelings
Never go to court on none of my tickets
Never been to court on none of you niggas
Always been a shooter, never been about a victim
Cold hearted nigga, I don't even feel symptoms
Car at the house, bust a swerve in a rental
Kick a bitch out if she too sentimental
Respect motherf*cker, I don't even got a little
Niggas changed sides either that or played middle
Imagine my life getting paid for the riddle
1,000 damn fans in a state I never been to
Give me the title, it could all be simple
Pretty boy Bey, bitches love my dimples
Hate my swag cause I got it like that
Shooter on the roof, I don't got to fight back
Pretty in person, I don't got a SnapChat
Niggas talk trap but I spit god rap
Everything trap and even beyond that
Asking where the f*ck was I writing these rhymes at
Cell block E-Echo two-fourteen
Five different plugs and they all got millions
Ten different bitches, got them all in the feelings
Never go to court on none of my tickets
Never been to court on none of you niggas
Five different plugs and they all got millions
Ten different bitches, got them all in the feelings
Never go to court on none of my tickets
Never been to court on none of you niggas