Harry Styles

TRB I'm a renegade me and Fat Dave I swing that Glock so many different ways I know he got grazed Niggas step so hard behind my name you thought they got paid Have my lil' niggas tie his shoes he must be laced Bad boy like it's Puff and Mase but no it's me and Chase Plus he got two buttons on that glock so don't call the Jakes 707 horse power they gone call the Chase The old RichHomie Quan I make em feel some type of way Kick a door by the hinges then we find A safe Ia kick my bitch out don't make A only fans Niggas gamble wit his life and got the nerve to take the stand Murray ass niggas leave him in the quicksand That mean underneath his fam in disbelief If you tryna make it through these streets you should follow me I don't know it all but I can get your ass from A to Z I got skill baby but my style don't come from Tay-B Fffld fffld bow bow bow niggas crouched down I ain't take no slack from them niggas why start now? She said she ain't have no perk why not start now? Ramming from the back it was a glove now this bitch a pouch She Sexy and she Red I might take her ass to pound town Clap clap clap Leave it on her blouse I told my bitch don't milk it cause you know that I'm a cash cow She like boy you running with some scissors nigga cut it out If you think I can't move the crowd nigga bring me out Getting head from a slut bitch but I'll air you out Nigga tried to bluff like heavyweight and got carried out Grew up serving fiends that look just like Harry Styles Six mile bet a pile nigga wipe me down Love from the Bronx all the way back to LA down We young and reckless now we can't put them weapons down Tryna calm down cause the judge giving letters out But cook his egg like it' sunny side up don't give a f*ck I'll have them boys pull up in that truck fill them up Since he all gassed up we wanna puff you a runt The type that don't pull his own stunts where my cup I like when it look like I'm sipping blood from the mud Love Bens 10's 5's and 1's and a dubs But Andrew Jackson know that he a scrub where the tubs That's Harriet a chariot outside filled with drums Its Filled with a lot of shit narcotics all type of shit We got every condiment fiends give us compliments Before I switch jerseys on my niggas rather ride the Bench Took some Carti frames from a nigga life behind tint Had to cut my addictions dealing with evictions Lifes a bitch and when she get angry she a turn vicious Still don't give a f*ck I already know she promiscuous But I'ma keep this shit a stack till they discontinue u