Quit for what

Uh Huh Uh Huh Uh Huh Uh Huh Don't try to slow me down please don't even try to stop me I ran this beat fucked off her track and my flow I walked it Seen money counters counted up so much it get exhausted I'm really rolling bank deposit really stuck on often I'm flossing retros saucing crossing me is not gone halt me You lost me when you thought the right move was to go and cross me Austin was the first time I knew travel would be often Bitch what you thought you doing in my pockets huh shopping (The f*ck) I see through f*ck shit and bullllshit my mindset different My style, yea my style yea it raise her spirits Hearing me is different when you here that it's coherent With some things that's interfering, make you think the end is nearing I been, not veering in my lane not tripping Fingers itching, eye twitching, I see money Ima get it And old habits back I ain't change don't get it twisted or conflicted Can't restrict me from my style I can't script it They can't hang with me inside they mind they is contradicted Nigga what Man I know what the f*ck I said I'm controversial but commercial Ion need no rehearsal I Got the game in a chokehold and it don't got a reversal I be chilling by myself I barely fit in my own circle You let hoes spend yo bread how you let these hoes work you I hear a beat that go too crazy and I say it's nice to murk you Smoking on the Purple Urkel, kush smell up in my shirt too We up forever Ima get shit jumping like a hurdle Man quit for what (For what) I rep the funk and don't give a f*ck (A f*ck) I still don't, forever won't let the f*ck up I'm rolling up And sticking on my pivot not slippin' I'm on some UGK shit big pimpin' Nigga Ight niggas done fucked up now