Yeah-Yeah

(I got Hitman on the beat) I pulled ignorant as the f*ck, and then I striked 'em, yeah-yeah Ain't let 'em know that I was coming, I surprised 'em, they scared I brought that pressure to they person, I ain't typed 'em, eh-eh No I ain't talking 'bout a stain, I said I wiped 'em, they dead Niggas should know what it is with me, i'm keeping that Four-O Sig with me Until I hit back I won't live in peace, i'm splitting them folks there wig in three I ain't got no trust you ain't tricking me, I don't give no f*ck if she digging me I ain't got no love ain't a simp in me, I barely got lust for to hit and leave Bro on the PS4, while i'm turnt in the 'yo Got sticks in this bitch, all types of the poles All types of the ho's, they type to my phone Don't mean a f*ck thing, I tied 'em along No riding along, you ain't built like that F*ck around ass jit, get killed like that Watch your mouth, 'cause blood get spilled like that And as quickly, you'll get peeled right back Milk that gnat, make her give me the drop Quickly, i'ma go kill me a opp Wishfully, i'ma go spill me the lot If I see 'em all there, i'ma drill me 'em all Can't bill me i'm raw, no flodge or cap Name a south side nigga that as hard as that I done turned his cousins to a starter pack Them bitch ass niggas ain't hard to wack I pulled ignorant as the f*ck, and then I striked 'em, yeah-yeah Ain't let 'em know that I was coming, I surprised 'em, they scared I brought that pressure to they person, I ain't typed 'em, eh-eh No I ain't talking 'bout a stain, I said I wiped 'em, they dead Niggas should know what it is with me, i'm keeping that Four-O Sig with me Until I hit back I won't live in peace, i'm splitting them folks there wig in three I ain't got no trust you ain't tricking me, I don't give no f*ck if she digging me I ain't got no love ain't a simp in me, I barely got lust for to hit and leave I done broke that curse I ain't sad at all, I'm feeling up, with no Adderall I ain't tooken no drugs to spazz at all, nigga f*ck all that pain I stacked 'em all Nigga f*ck all the opps let's clap 'em all, I know where they at playing basketball Nigga f*ck yo' opinion I ain't trash at all, i'ma keep grinding 'till I have it all yeah Jit trying to crash out 'hind a bitch, he ain't no gangster, he a flunky yeah-yeah Don't tell him I fucked her again, he'll get mad and probably try and slump me, and go fed Bro serving Vicodins and Perks, and Xans to junkies, them meds Gorilla Glue, Gelato, Zaza made his company, them stems I pulled ignorant as the f*ck, and then I striked 'em, yeah-yeah Ain't let 'em know that I was coming, I surprised 'em, they scared I brought that pressure to they person, I ain't typed 'em, eh-eh No I ain't talking 'bout a stain, I said I wiped 'em, they dead Niggas should know what it is with me, i'm keeping that Four-O Sig with me Until I hit back I won't live in peace, i'm splitting them folks there wig in three I ain't got no trust you ain't tricking me, I don't give no f*ck if she digging me I ain't got no love ain't a simp in me, I barely got lust for to hit and leave