Omg

Told my Young hitter shoot the Trae, he hawked that nigga down Move bitch, coming through like Summer, walk that nigga down Double pump shotty to his body, make him hit the ground Mortal Kombat, finish that lil hoe, then sent her to the lounge Clique full of dancers, take a glance at how we stepping OT every other week, I'm steady changing up my setting I be preaching like a pastor, and my AK is a revrend I heard you want to me God, we can send yo ass to heaven Why you want the smoke with me, do I look like Mac or Devin It's okay though, bitch I'm with it, know I keep them mac 11's Five percent around the whip, nah nigga you can't see inside Check the scout report, his jumper wack, that's why we left him wide Had my yeezy's on when called, guess I'm finna slide Speaking on the gang, ain't heard em since, I guess that nigga died Acting like he gangsta, when he not, tryna keep that pride Bringing all that drama to yo family, left yo momma crying On my grizzley shit, pop a nigga in his tee Damn near a icon, I'm who these niggas wanna be Dark shades on the glass nigga I can barely see That lil bitch you tripping over, stop it, I hit it for free My closet like a airport, when I dress I'm getting fly Don't be tryna steal the drip, better come buy you a flight Money blue like the skies Gotta watch what niggas say, I guarantee you it's a lie Ion fear nothing, I face everything and rise How you doing worse than me and tryna give me some advice I tried to calculate that shit but it ain't adding up right Plus I'm good at math, counted fifty racks the other night But it's a new day, count another fifty up tonight nigga