My account, tellin me to calm down The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out Could give a about later bitch Im on now Ha, you the shine is what I do though Bitch, you Im flexin I bought a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats what I do though These niggas is lame, they always and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the same Im tired of these niggas, of arguin over the same bitch Niggas like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I bitch Pop records me this Ferrari, thats a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my number up on you niggas, yeah my number changed Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting I all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I blow that up, get up Cause boy you get rid of fuck with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry done had her Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to her breaking codes, but Im the password Now its time for niggas to shut down shit If you yappin in the then you surrounded They say he trippin, on some shit He didnt listen, now he to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the on his chest, he barely breathin Like its out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em pair of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!