[Verse 1]
sh** gettin real, sh** gettin wild
Found out its money on my head now
But these n***as p**y, they can't do the job
Get yo money back b**h, cause I'm still alive
Boy I won't stop
Can't stop
My shoota locked up, these n***as think its safe now
b**h it's trap season, I can't spend nothing on you
Get caught, I don't say sh** like I need money
Let me tell you bout these f** n***as...
CAN'T!
I don't f** wit n***as
Run off with my sh** young f** n***a
Pump make a n***a catch 12
Andrew Luck n***a
Can't chill witchu, I don't trust n***as
Can't talk, can't hang, can't smoke witchu
Stuck up, don't give a f**
I ain't no f** n***a
Ain't talkin bout f**in
Can't f** witchu
b**h if I fall off, ima bounce back
I got k**as everywhere
8 mile to southwest
You brought some new Louie's
I brought that loud pack
Cop 6 grams, cut it up
Bring a thousand back
Walk into the trap, feins showin up
In the spot, no heat
It be cold as f**
Young n***a on it
Young n***as know what up
k** a young n***a quick
No throwing up
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I'm about to be on some real murder sh** Ace
I'm telling you man, any n***a that ever looked at me wrong, owes me money, or ever said any jealous bullsh** about me is f**ing dead!
You understand what the f** I'm saying Ace? They're f**in dead man!
I don't give a f** about nothing man!
[Outro]
Man I hate n***as
Stay away from n***as
If you need white girl bake a cake wit n***as