You know what the fuck on, man You better strap in seat Well, it's gon' be a ride the king, bitch Just
No really necessary Get the message like a Boy, I'm When I'm dead and buried, still be flavor in the cemetery Trap music Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck to all of my haters Skywalker, I'm Darth Vader Promise, I don't give a about 'em Let 'em know, turn him red, 'em he don't even matter, yeah! Like I'm in a Kangol and a New Cadillac some all gold hammer Long as I remember, I ran Atlanta I could give a damn 'bout a dog hoe used to gettin' thangs from a check, so how can I Settin' in the hood, do what I say do Tell 'em niggas bread or fake dead Or bare it, they hate 50 million, yeah, died to make Middle finger, if you for Trump See me outside you know what's up I ain't no peace talk shit funny, no hee-haw Like a Black Panther, we armed to the Cracker it, we squeeze off Swear to God, I been Freddie Gray Or Mike getting shot down With a pistol on me and a a brick And 'Ye blam-blamming by Sandra Listen, boy, challenge with the runnin' man I will challenge with a gun in What you see you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man Grand Hustle over Molly, Becky and the the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every lane Never a part of they in-crowd Got a problem me? I say, 'Fuck Y'all' Got the same friend that I in with all that lame shit, ayy Everyone I is on go all rolled in a 4 by 4 Believe, if I him, that the hoe gon' go See me with it, you gon' see the hoe no more They love when I talk shit Roll by the car lot, went and bought shit Caught case after case and I fought shit Then watch he give a damn, went and off that I lived the shit that rappin' 'bout Care nuttin' 'bout what cappin' 'bout mama, we know what this We cashin' out, we up Stackin' up them Certified neighborhood You can try one of sucka niggas, better not try it with me though Ayy, ayy, ayy
You you done fucked up, don'cha? You know you done up, don'cha? Ain't no stoppin' shit, partna And you know happened if you run me hot in this bitch, now
We turned to the max, Atlanta hat to the left to the back, nigga tried, see, we weren't havin' that Send where your bandana at a nigga off where Alabama at That's nigga get for tryna battle rap Head shot, should be one and No drive-by, but we run and gun A nigga walk up to you, you showin' off stunts 'Til you up your jewelry, nigga, run that Nigga playin' games, show not funny 'Til my nigga went and done it for me, yeah For the of the bankroll Keep it binned untill you Nigga, don't nobody 'bout it Don't nobody hear 'bout it You got problems, huh? Well, it's the same for everybody And, nigga, I ain't lie I promise, not a day go by I ain't on the grind, if I on fire If it's one that I want I can't go by Tryna put six wheels on a Rover I ain't playin' no games, what you know, sir If you think you're at the top, 'em move over Modern and the new Hova, goddamn Know the now, come with us and down We dodgin' suckas, steady duckin' We mills so we can put that down Bullshit talk but we run town But millions and no cap and gown Went trappin' raw to look what happen now Metal throne, crown that line, you're gettin' beat down Real dope boy Dope boy Here dope fiends still remember be when they were and needed their medicine You better it partner, you ain't' from 'round here Think it's sweet, you got the idea Get stripped naked, out there Tell 'em, so what the I care 'Bout the music, all black Uzi Still packin', I'm not Still to do it, if you act stupid Get up and get back to it, yeah Trap music, all Uzi Get locked up and get to it, yeah