Set it Off!

Young nigga totin' on that mac ain't talkin' Macintosh Young nigga totin' on that FN, Fabrique Nationale And I'm rollin' beaters in this bitch I get so fuckin' high Ain't no Queen Latifah in this bitch we finna set it off Nigga talkin' shit tell me what that's about Young nigga dripped in Givenchy when I be steppin' out They don't wanna f*ck with DaVinci they know how I get down Cus I got steppers, they gon' stretch ya, they got weapons when they come around Think they got the juice until I turn this bitch to Jonestown Nigga I ain't talkin' Google but lil bro pullin' that chrome out Back out on a bitch I go to crazy imma show out These bitches love me I could make one call and bring the hoes out Outta sight outta mind Tell me if you down to ride 'Zooka on me Baby5 Cleaner then some fuckin Tide Bitch I need my mula that shit greener than some fuckin' slime Don't need her imma pass her by I'm conceited all the fuckin' time Like I- I- I- I- I need a bankroll I don't like stank hoes Encanta un peso Like I- I- I- I- I love the queso And imma put it in they motherfuckin' face until it's case closed Young nigga totin' on that mac ain't talkin' Macintosh Young nigga totin' on that FN, Fabrique Nationale And I'm rollin' beaters in this bitch I get so fuckin' high Ain't no Queen Latifah in this bitch we finna set it off Nigga talkin' shit tell me what that's about Young nigga dripped in Givenchy when I be steppin' out They don't wanna f*ck with DaVinci they know how I get down Cus I got steppers, they gon' stretch ya, they got weapons when they come around (Kj Tha Kidd) Back outside, it's hot outside If he talk shit then I bet that he died Don't say the wrong word imma spin with the guys That nigga a bitch you can see in his eyes Don't cry, nigga thought he was a gangsta on social M-E-D-I-A it was nice Say your goodbyes, watch yo momma cry Cuz boy you gon die buy the end of the night Know a nigga reckless as a bitch I'm on my Rico shit Know yo bitch go nutty for this dick she want my Chico stick Know a nigga shootin' till it's empty I won't reload shit I still won't miss, to all them heads I hit just know your dearly missed I pop out with a brand new SRT that bitch go fast or some I pop out with a brand new G19 I'm on yo ass or some Takin' yo life you can't get this bitch back or nun A nigga been shootin' so cap the assumptions Came up from nothin' Most of these niggas be cap on the gram while I really been thuggin' Young nigga totin' on that mac ain't talkin' Macintosh Young nigga totin' on that FN, Fabrique Nationale And I'm rollin' beaters in this bitch I get so fuckin' high Ain't no Queen Latifah in this bitch we finna set it off Nigga talkin' shit tell me what that's about Young nigga dripped in Givenchy when I be steppin' out They don't wanna f*ck with DaVinci they know how I get down Cus I got steppers, they gon' stretch ya, they got weapons when they come- Raindrop, chain pop, know you hear that base knock Please don't come around these parts you bound to catch a face shot woah See them .223's when that thang pop Birds comin' in and out the mail get them thangs out Birds comin' in and out the mail better get them poles out Two Mac 10's in a matte black Benz you see me when I roll out Stuntin' I'm pullin' the gold out Still Mr. Maninthafunction not takin' no hoe out Passin' the hoe round, she wanna dance with the kid that's how I know that the hoe down Maybach truck, I don't give a f*ck Brodie ridin' round with that mop clean 'em up Whole lotta hunnids I keep in the tuck I got a stick in this bitch imma buss When that shit get to clickin' it give me a rush Got a clip in this bitch imma boom when it's up Ain't no more talkin' bout it know we run it Hope all that talkin' bout it wasn't for nothin' You say that you bout it boy you know you bluffin' No Call of Duty shit a nigga gunnin' (Yeah) Lit when I step in the function (Yeah) Walk in and get this bih jump in' (Yeah) Shinin' my diamonds look sunny (Yea) Bet he get hit if he play wit my money (Yeah) Like woah You know it ain't shit to put a tag on ya toe You know I ain't playin' with this mag let it go Ayisyen, who I call for back up my Zoe Brodie put the barrel to back let it blow