Set The Tone

Hitkidd, what it do, man? Ayy, Aleza See, I'll break a nigga pockets 'fore I let him break my heart And these bitches ain't on shit, do all that talkin' 'til I spark Quick to sell his ass a dream like I'm lucid in the dark I walked in with pressure on me, building smellin' like some farts And I got hella niggas, I can't pick, they make it hard All my opps wanna squash beef, but they done took that shit too far He just asked me did I love him? Bitch, you must be gone off bars I just stuffed my 'Wood with 'za, it got me tweakin', I'm on Mars All that braggin' 'bout that nigga got that nigga fucked Told that ho listen to Lil Durk, 'cause, ho, you should've ducked And I ain't comin' off that nigga 'less he wipe his face And I ain't doin' no wifey shit because I know my place Yeah, I got bitches mad 'cause they facecard can't pull niggas Let me call my nigga, just know Rambo gon' pull triggers If I see your nigga, that's on your life, you won't get him back Make him bend me over, make him eat this coochie from the back Dropped my last nigga and stopped fuckin' with his big homie Runnin' through these niggas, Lori Harvey ain't got shit on me I know them bitches watchin', I look like a fuckin' lick, don't it? Talkin' 'bout me to that nigga, bet he know that I'm the shit, don't he? Money can't buy love, but it can buy me that new 'Vette, though My pockets large, I'm eatin' good, I'm feelin' like a fat ho Not steppin' on no toes because I'm at these bitches' neck, ho Wonder why he love my lil' ass, 'cause he know this pussy fat, ho What you lookin' for? You know I'm heat, I'm cookin', ho Tryna shut me out, motherfucker, I'ma kick the door I got the sauce, come lick it, ho, fine as f*ck, no ticket, ho I be with the gang, yeah, we bang, I don't clique with hoes It's the queen of the slimes, queen of the dimes You know I walk in the spot, don't wait in no lines Niggas broke than a motherfucker wastin' my time I been laughin' at hoes, they really be tryin' I got all my haters watchin', now's the time for you to clock in Niggas don't want smoke, I call my bro, go get your Glock then Bitch, we run the city, f*ck these niggas, man, we top ten Burst a bitch bubble 'cause these hoes know I'm poppin' Bitches in my business, can you rappers sell bundles? Ho, you better watch that nigga 'fore I make you come up off him He only a dog to you, I put him on a leash and walk him Said I gotta stop shittin' on bitches 'cause I do it way too often Put me on any beat, challenge me, bitches can't f*ck with me Lyrically, I'm a beast, on my gang, that's on CGE You bitches play, I drop a bag, our members active in the street I like niggas with fire head, when he done, I'm goin' straight to sleep I like niggas with big bread, make a twenty, you can match that We can't get caught textin', so just hit me through your Snapchat Opps can't get caught lackin', we put 'em behind a hashtag Thinkin' that I like, I'm tryna find out where his stash at (where yo' bag?) Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on Hold up, Glitter Gang shit Glorilla, bitch A-L-E-Z-A K Carbon, yeah, ho, f*ck y'all thought? Ayy, they got us fucked up Bitches got me fucked up, niggas got me fucked up too Hell nah Play this shit back, Allie