Fucking style, get ya jig on You a ass nigga, put a wig on Nigga i be ham till the pig gone all this ice my neck, i got a fridge on
Cass, put him in a body bag Broke niggga, we should put you in a body Real nigga, all i is get a lot of cash I took you hatin niggas spot, you probably mad
My story, All glory Posted on the corner glock .40 on me 20 on me, me and my army Feelin none of ya'll niggas can't harm me
I came from the bottom, where they never it at all these jewels on they ain'y never taking that It's rules to the game, I ain't breakin that And once you give a statement, nigga you can never it back
You lame, of the game, nigga pardon the fame I got 30 in my clip, I could park in ya Plus thie rollie on my wrist cost some car and change I'm talkin life, bout to put a park in my name
Just to on you niggas or, slide on you niggas In the G550, when we glide on you Like on you niggas, homicide on you niggas I ain't had no rap, had no ties to you niggas
So why you suckas hatin and talkin bout im makin When i be out in Jamaica and ballin like i'm a It's givers and it's takers, niggas is gettin faker And I'm just gettin richer, i wake up to get my up
Black Maserati, Chinchillas from All killer beside me, all lookin I remember nights on corners with and brocoli and gravy, now it's crazy Phillipes got me
All AP, same watch as Jay-Z like i'm KD, how can niggas play me If you aint talkin nigga, fuck you pay me Drop down with top and th A/C on, Drawn
Fuck is doin, i'm a king you a pawn, little nigga i'm a Don The coke price high, it cost 40 for a john, and like 20 for a half, nigga do the math
And you talkin bout a battle rap, how you gon that 100 pussy nigga, you ain't got the tabs for that You got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin at Cause you ain't got half of that, they pump you up attack
Bye clown down, fo you make me bomb now all these superstars like, who Meek MIlly bomb now Went from drivin Bentley's to goin half a pie You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga, my
I heard ya car got repoed, and this bike's boy you just got D'bo'd twitter niggas fuckin wit ya ego, you in the field tryin to turn to god like Tebow
Naw that won't nigga, that'll get you murked nigga All black nigga, lookin like a hearse nigga a dead man, so i'ma dig you out the Earth nigga Just to stuff yo right back in the dirt nigga
you mad this year, what you worth nigga I dropped and Nightmare, i made church nigga I did I'm a Boss, and set the summer off Now these old mad at me cause they fallin off
Get ya hate on Cass, and we talkin larceny cause they all trash And ya goons ridin with ya, they all mad Cause you ain't never put no up in AR-ABs
And ya dog a body for ya, damn he ain't eat from it Now you mad at Swiss cus, you can't get a from him Once my niggas comin at you dog, they gon comin We ain't no Forrest Gump nigga, keep runnin
Duck, and hit up, stuck nigga you lit up Cause you lookin like food, my ready to get up Call you for a verse and tell you to some shit up Boom stick up, rollin all out the pick-up