Told her babe go get the Glock, kiss the gun
Hit and run
This that type of sh** that get you k**ed if you bite ya tongue
Momma gone
Where my soul?
What is right we don't know wrong
Ghettos trends, follow hoes, cast your sins, name me Gold
Pop the trunk
Pop the pop the trunk
Get that gun up out
Blacker whip
Blacker tint the whip
Blackest b**h up in
Right up in the upper seat
Ebony, Ivory
White b**h with them fat titties
Rack city, rack city, b**h
Snake n***as never trust 'em
Even n***as close like brothas'
Kiss your b**h then kiss your motha'
Ain't dat sh** just so damn grimy
Kanye said he wanna sign me
I said "n***a get a copy"
Like A Rocky, f** them n***a, we them Papis, ain't I co*ky?
Plus I'm rude
Tell em this is my hood
And my n***as is shooters my Maryland n***as got rugers
Might pop up on ya like Suge
Knight n***a with a f**in' knife
Take your f**ing kids and f** your family and f** your wife
And this can be our theme music
Drink gasoline to it
And rev her engine like I key her with my pin precision
I pen the paper to the pad
I wrote it down with emphasis
My empathy is just so intricate it sickens me
The Wimbledon I will achieve
Tennis racket panty playa pop the pill the p**y slayer
Baby smokin' hella papers
Paper makin' k** a savage smokin' cabbage to feel it happen
Spiritual oh spirit spiritual it make ya go to war
Oh, yeah, baby
Yeah, b**h
Yeah
[Hook:]
God complex n***a I'm the great, I'm the great
b**h n***a stand in line, y'all gotta wait, gotta wait
God complex b**h I'm the great, I'm the great
b**h n***as go over there, stand in line y'all gotta wait
God complex n***a I'm the great, I'm the great
f** a bathing, f** a bathing, I'm a k**er I'm an ape
God complex n***a I'm the great, I'm the great
Squads click till I motherf**ing die y'all gotta wait