Ye im coming down the streets
Thinking bout my f**ing needs
Im just doing my own stuff
f** your critics f** your thoughts
Im not rollin of a pills
But just smokin making deals
With my gang in the skyes
b**h we always have supplies
Ye i hear him talking sh**
Boy stop acting like a b**h
I might come up to his face
Whoop his a** then close the case
b**h im flexin at my place
I dont do no f**ing chase
Kicked that b**h out my place
Ye she only a disgrace
But im back smokin haze
To my motherf**ing face
So you better make a space
For my a** and for my js
I dont know which way to go
So i keep it on my flow
And im never turning back
Ye i pull up in that jet
Got gold ak on my back
In my pocket got some stack
Shes not a girl shes a hoe
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Pull up in that 64
Bustin clips im the pro
I just had to let you know
Silver on my motherf**ing wrist
I just had to let you know
I might pull up on your b**h
I might pull op on your a**
With a blade in my stash
I might pull up on your block
You got b**hes i done f**ed
If you hating on me dog
I really dont give a f**
Im sorry that i can't
Express my f**ing self
They say i dont show no love
b**h i rather hit the plug
24 pre-rolls in my motherf**ing pack
Riding trough the city with a motheruf**ing fanny pack
b**h you wanna see me meet me i dont have problem with that
We go f** to my crib but i ain't taking you back