REACTIVE

Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe Said my big brother told me to save, but I was spendin' it And I was stuck inside a trap like a chrysalis But like a butterfly, I'm overcoming all of this Cause I'm the artist and nobody's goin' harder than this Cause you a big saver, big spender, big pimp But at the end of the day, I'm just a bigger man They talkin' bout V8s, V12s, but I had to do a race in my grandma's minivan (Hoe, hoe) What you gon' do when we come to your door like the SWAT team we bout to put you on the floor Yeah, all of my niggas on go Don't play with Jacques, I said I'm on ten But I said I'm back on that twenty again I'm off them thirties, I'm back with my homies and we bout to hang out them widows again Said I was done with this trap shit I had to put a few bands on this rap shit All my niggas know is gun shooting blat shit Get out the media and come and get reactive I'm from the jungle where the apes always is swingin' from trees Bustin' choppas, on the corners, bitches be on their knees I'ma pull up to the chicken spot and order me a number nine, with a large sprite And don't forget the light ice, please (Hoe) We about to pull up in a minivan WWE, catch him in a super slam I'm the hottest artist out,while I'm rippin' on the mic Have your favorite artists punchin' like he's Superman Might have to go woo in this bitch It's thing one and two in this bitch I got her like a cat in a hat, if you run up on me, I'ma move in this bitch I'm about to fly out I'ma have to pull up with a new, shit like it's Moscow I'ma have to pull up with a four-five, blow his brains out See my message to killers on hangouts If they try to run up on me, it's a bangout I'ma have to pull up, look, bang out I'ma have to pull up with a four-five and FN Switch it up from east end to west end In the first and the third and the fourth If they run up on me, hit up with force I'm like a pitch and a fork, fire I had to pull up with sticks, I'm hot, I'm hot They tryna tell me that I'm cold But I tell them, bitch, that I'm fire Ya bitch, yea she suckin' my dick She all in my DMs and all of my flicks I was just runnin' my bag All of you niggas was slow on your ass Said my big brother told me to save, but I was spendin' it And I was stuck inside a trap like a chrysalis But like a butterfly, I'm overcoming all of this Cause I'm the artist and nobody's goin' harder than this Cause you a big saver, big spender, big pimp But at the end of the day, I'm just a bigger man They talkin' bout V8s, V12s, but I had to do a race in my grandma's minivan