Just Gettin' Started

She like all jewelry She ain't got no patience Pull up to yo house And I'm patiently waiting Glock with a 30 And it got your name on it Bro with that action Yeah he got the k on em Do what you want And you as you please Your girl in my sheets Yeah she fucking with me She want all the product Ain't fucking for free But you know I ain't want it If she want my c's I count up the commas I f*ck on your momma We lighting up these trees And we smoking exotic Bitch in the whip And yeah that's where she say She calling you bro But she callin me bae Back my that bullshit I'm back in all black I'm gon' hit up a lick Just to get me a bag Over the streets While I murder this beat Ain't fucking with 12 But you know I got heat Swerving through traffic on the streets They ain't about to rush We on the scene 5 deep Yeah there's a lot of us Extended magazine on the beam We got a lot to bust Bring an fn on the scene We got a lot of guts Bro going crazy He whip a Mercades He trappin up racks Like it's back in the 80' Ain't fucking with 12 But we fucking with shottas I count up these rack and I f*ck on yo daughter Bitch in the whip And she think she the hottest That bitch was to easy I'm just being honest Hop in the whip And take off a rocket You speak on my name Yeah that shit out of pocket Tearing up beats Yeah you know I'm the hottest He talk all that shit up And then he shot at She just want attention She calling my phone I stay on my grind Bitch leave me alone Run up checks We get paid Count up Glocks You getting spayed She fucking on me I dont care what you what you say I want you for the night And these rack in the day Count up racks We get paid Run yo mouth You get sprayed She fucking on me I dont care what you what you say I want you for the night And these rack in the day Mobbing through traffic Do that on the daily We swerving through streets and we pulling 180s I'm fucking on bitches They calling me baby But when I be leaving they callin be brazy On the way to the top And you know ain't no stoping it Music I'm making You know I be dropping it I'm on that grind You know I'm the hardest You though it was done No I'm just getting started She so exotic She want all the extras I'm taking these L's And turn them to a Lexus Got gold on my wrists And too heavy my necklace You think that you with me Get the f*ck out my section 5% tint I can see my reflection Riding down low I got that lethal weapon Doing to the dash Yeah they calling me reckless I murder this beat You could call it impressive I'm on your ass I got you in the sights If you think that we playing You rolling the dice Making a list And I'm checking it twice If you show disrespect Then I'm taking your life He talking his shit But I know it's all cap Till' we running his shit Like this shit was a track We stacking this paper We stacking up racks And we stackin up bitchs Hit them from the back Run up checks We get paid Count up Glocks You getting spayed She fucking on me I dont care what you what you say I want you for the night And these rack in the day Count up racks We get paid Run yo mouth You get sprayed She fucking on me I don't care what you what you say I want you for the night And these rack in the day Mobbing through traffic Do that on the daily We swerving through streets and we pulling 180s I'm fucking on bitches They calling me baby But when I be leaving they callin be brazy On the way to the top And you know ain't no stoping it Got music I'm making You know I be dropping it I'm on that grind Yeah you know I'm the hardest If you thought I was done No I'm just getting started