1911

Since a nigga speaking lowkey Tell them niggas back up off me Shit be getting weird outside In a minute Imma f*ck around and cap the homies Bitch I need to hit the finish line Gonna give me mine Keep a pistol on me Shorty tryna give up brain While I'm switching lanes You don't even know me Two faced with the shit Niggas say they legit Don't know if I believe you show me Bitch might paint a pretty picture But as soon as I dismiss her Shorty barking till her mouth gets foamy Nigga swear he ain't a clown Every time I come around Niggas really get to acting phony Life closed another door F*ck around and Count to four Kick it in like a nigga owe me, Shit Gossip Gossip All on the gram outta pocket I'm just tryna make some deposits You talking too much nigga stalling Jogging Jogging Ain't matching my pace bitch I'm walking Shorty type crazy she stalking You get it You get it We from the Southside With the issues Know you been soft Like a tissue Nineteen eleven standard issue Hammer cock back They won't miss you Feel that knock back I won't clip you Shorty look back I might tip you Whip that hatchback It's a missile Jack Black bars Why your shit artificial I got it like that I got it like that Fuckin with me keep your heart intact Bitch you thirsty Best cop you a camelback Mad annoying On god I won't call you back I'll sleep when I'm dead Straight insomniac Huh Red in my hair Like I'm coming for blood Dirty Dior's Stomp you out in the mud These niggas straight pussy I'll make you my son Shorty a freak Yeah she wanna have fun I'm with it She'll turn to a maid in a minute Can't save her A jack of all trades in the trenches Won't speak but you'll catch These charades in a minute A villain since I was masked up On the lenses Fence sitting These niggas talk shit from the benches Just tryna ascend And spark up my ambition If you took offense Then that was my intention