You know what the goin' on, man You better strap in your Well, it's gon' be a rough It's the king, Just
No introduction really Get the message a secretary Boy, I'm When I'm dead and buried, still be kicking flavor in the Trap music off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck you' to all of my haters They Skywalker, I'm Darth Promise, I give a shit about 'em Let 'em know, him red, tell 'em he don't even matter, yeah! Like I'm pimpin in a and a New Cadillac with some all hammer Long as I remember, I done ran I could give a damn 'bout a dog hoe Sister used to gettin' thangs a check, so how can I Settin' in the hood, do what I say do Tell 'em niggas break bread or fake Or bare it, they hate 50 million, yeah, died to make Middle finger, if you vote for See me outside where you what's up I ain't hearing no peace shit funny, no hee-haw Like a Black Panther, we to the teeth Cracker it, we squeeze off Swear to God, I could've been Freddie Or Mike Brown getting shot With a pistol on me and a a brick And 'Ye by Sandra Bland Listen, boy, your challenge the runnin' man I challenge with a gun in hand What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I brought this shit nothin', man Grand Hustle over Molly, Becky and the the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every lane Never been a part of in-crowd Got a with me? I say, 'Fuck Y'all' Got the same friend that I in with Duckin' all lame shit, ayy Everyone I is on go all rolled in a 4 by 4 Believe, if I catch him, that the hoe go See me it, you ain't gon' see the hoe no more They when I talk that shit Roll by the car lot, went and that shit Caught case case and I fought that shit watch he give a damn, went and off that brick I lived the shit they rappin' 'bout nuttin' 'bout what they cappin' 'bout Bankroll mama, we what this We out, we baggin' up up them zeroes Certified hero You can try one of them niggas, better not try it with me though Ayy, ayy, ayy
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We turned to the max, Atlanta hat to the left to the back, nigga tried, see, we weren't havin' that Send shots where your at Drop a off where Alabama at That's what get for tryna battle rap shot, should be one and down No drive-by, but we run and gun A nigga walk up to you, you showin' off stunts you up your jewelry, nigga, run that money Nigga playin' games, show not funny my young nigga went and done it for me, yeah For the of the bankroll Keep it binned untill you Nigga, don't nobody care it Don't nobody hear 'bout it You got problems, huh? Well, it's the same thing for And, nigga, I gon' lie I promise, not a day go by I on the grind, if I ain't on fire If it's one thing that I want I go by Tryna put six wheels on a Range I ain't no games, that's what you know, sir If you think you're at the top, tell 'em move Modern and the new Hova, goddamn Know the hustle now, come with us and We dodgin' suckas, steady clowns We chasing mills so we can put down Bullshit talk but we run that But with and no cap and gown Went trappin' raw to look what happen now Metal throne, crown Caught line, you're gettin' beat down Real boy veteran Dope boy Here fiends still remember be when they were sick and needed their medicine You better it partner, you ain't' from 'round here Think sweet, you got the wrong idea Get stripped naked, out there Tell 'em, so what the fuck I the trap music, all black Uzi Still packin', I'm not down to do it, if you act stupid Get locked up and get back to it, music, all black Uzi Get locked up and get to it, yeah