COME TO MY SECTION

I'm finna smoke out these niggas I'm calling Jehovah if I need a witness My chopper don't jam I'm aiming ain't missing Love for the mobbing the rob we poor Love me right now for they snatch out my soul Ain't holding no grudges I'm letting go Big things big links bustards Got your homie laying in a casket Never argue with a has been nah motherfucker that's a past tense Never gon drop my standard Shout out to B block what's Hannan Nigga thought I was capping I broke his ass like a Kit Kat Man I been rapping and homies done told me that I brought the real back Its HATER the Monster F*ck face don't forget that Come to my section Where metal tucked in a sweatpants The rekere be snapping Hitting a pop I'm Not krapping Come with your left man Come to the wesh ends Oh that's why you left him Spray in your direction I move in my own pase in my own lane Less traffic no speed limit Hustling paper chasin Green on my pants I'm Peter Griffin I tell 'em all move away Till the nigga feel the distance These bitches all up in my zone They juss itching for attention These rappers I kill em all I eat em up like a biscuit As nigga mixing Ain't no telling what I'm sipping I keep on minding my business As I put my focus on a mission Got us feeling like Spartans All my niggas standing in position