Addressing Video (MV)

Go wet they block up, we fin to quad the score
Don't do no talkin, I got b-licks ready to blow
I need that bag bitch, I need that money flow
I'm smoking good gas, got me up on that floor
Yeah, the beat got quiet, had to bring that bitch back in though
I feel like I got murder on my mind, but I'm not Melvin
I got that pack, I'm fin to mail it
And your Glock, just go sell it hell of shots, ain't no pellets
Walk him down, he not ready I got pounds, ain't no belly
Ain't talkin money, don't hit my cell
That shit you talking be irrelevant
And now a nigga got me bent I really might just have to vent
I wrap the car in , 5% I'm putting shells through your tent
I'm really scoring like the Knicks and I'm balling like a Piston
Don't got no bag, then I'm mad then a nigga get to blitzing
I got to track all the ops so when they walk out, I won't miss them
I tell him whistle, run him down broad day If that nigga got a issue
I been staying in my lane, nigga really don't f*ck with you
Broad day, ain't shooting blanks imma walk down with that missile
I'm whipping it up, I be official popping a perc, a nigga be itching
I got the bag, no competition freestyle nigga, I don't need to write
And I got a Glock, why would I fight? I be in the back, high as a kite
Nigga don't want smoke? yeah, aight you been a bitch, go and hide
Nigga really got me f*cked up put that pride to the side
That nigga used to be my main man but now he fin to die
And I don't got no sympathy for bum niggas f*ck yo life
Niggas begging for some cash nigga, go and make it right
And I be really freestyling yo shit ass when you write
Might put that pole up in yo face and blow yo shit off tonight
But I don't even need it put the guns down and let's fight
Blue hundreds in my jeans and my chain shinning
Shinning motherf*cking bright