My account, tellin me to calm down The billboards tellin me to down Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out give a fuck about later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is I do though Bitch, you know Im flexin I a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB rap niggas, thats just what I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, the same dick Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint My shit be up in galleries, a million I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a switch Switch it up on you niggas my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all these rappers beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I that shit up, get up boy you cant get rid of Dont fuck with my old bitch, its a bad fur Every industry nigga had her Trick or treat a pumpkin just to smash her breaking codes, but Im the password Now its time for young niggas to shut down If you yappin in the club 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 sneakers on his chest, he breathin Like its out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, need a Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!