Said It's must be cause a b**h up on the Source
Mutha f**in right we got the District on the source
Hold up ,
Smile every time my face is up in the source
I hippied on a biggie,
Pan Amera'd on the Porsche
Bangs with the gang get ya blocked popped off
I split b**hies swallow till they get locked jaw
I mirrored them figures
That pull statistics like triggers
I move samplistical on n***as
I'm just the sickest of b**hes
Okay now hold up, hold up
f** they mean
I'm colder, polar
best believe my flow'a show her,
Hold a stroller
Haulin' a** up out my lane
better ask about my slang
I got head shot's for b**hes
who trana copy my frame
She know, he know, we know
I fck around and go Debo
When I get smokey up in your ego
Better get on my shot's ain't no free throw
And Givenchy with a mojito
Easy for me though
How b**hes all want my swag I could easily go repo
And snatch my sh** back , in a black on black vest
Smack attack on that track
Run and combat your whack raps
n***as hotter than when I leave my perm in for too long
And I never gave a f** about a n******g who on
I'm like one of them
I'm my own b**h
type b**hes on my rich
White dishes my wrist
Quite viscous I dislike snitches
they f** they n***a over cause they p**y at heart
Though you work to bring that quarter back Bret Favre
I've been tryna get these n***as of me
Can't even stack your c-notes so your fingers off key
O-G at heart keep my sh** low key
I just cop me a new royce the perpetual rolley
O-D these b**hes fake out more smokin mirrors
and my clique read thru gags so don't get the chokin near us
Really though , who the f** illa
I'll wait, Taylor Gang unleashed a k**a