Fuck My Image

Man you broke as f*ck I think you took a different avenue Why you mad at me you mad 'bout all the shit I had to do Uh, yeah got the SRT but I want the Brabus too Was whipping that Compass and then I hopped in a faster coupe My brother he stay loaded finna blast at you These bitches lying and I can tell that you capping too I'm in that SRT, gang in that Malibu I got my money, went to bed, woke up in the afternoon We the ones passing you Now you mad People they talking that shit But I'm never gon' listen I just hop in my bag You tryna be my mini me That shit is sad You get hit in the stomach Now yo shirt bloody like it's a pad I'm feeling like lil' Weezy Need a millie Why he talking 'bout the kid Man he so silly You ain't on shit So you can't feel me, no Bitch I'm really lit Yeah, for really, yeah Hold up, right now I gotta hit the bank (Yeah) I got hundreds so I flex 'em in they face, yeah Hop in the whip and I took 12 right on a chase (Okay) Lil' bro he tripping think he need to tie his lace (Yeah) They say I'm different no I cannot be replaced (No) I come thought dripping I might flood out the whole place Muddy sipping, brody take it to the face (Yeah) Said f*ck my image I'm just turning up with my gang (Yeah, yeah) Bought the coupe just to whip it No shit I be speeding If I'm rich then all my brothers gon' be eating Chop hit his top, now his hairline receding If it's a race I'm in first, no shit I'm leading, yeah I just spent some racks and I'm flexing you can see that Look up at the top if you wondering where we at My shirt say Stockholm and it got a V back Too much drip take it off and put the sea back These people hating but they biting I can see that I'ma kill this shit so quick They asking for a recap My brothers hold me down These people just tryna hold me back All these people do is dick suck I don't need that This for the people that really been led astray I kill this shit no I ain't gonna hesitate Talking 'bout me lil' bro send you to heaven gates Bitch I just work don't get tired like Kevin Gates Shit, my money got big body Yeah, it's heavyweight And bitch don't hit my line 'less you tryna get me pape Man this drip is too crazy No you can't put this shit on I just hop in my bag And I kill shit then I'm gone I might mix the Revenge With the Louis Vuitton Tell the haters just shut up Like the movie was on Hold up, right now I gotta hit the bank (Yeah) I got hundreds so I flex 'em in they face, yeah Hop in the whip and I took 12 right on a chase (Okay) Lil' bro he tripping think he need to tie his lace (Yeah) They say I'm different no I cannot be replaced (No) I come thought dripping I might flood out the whole place Muddy sipping, brody take it to the face (Yeah) Said f*ck my image I'm just turning up with my gang (Yeah, yeah)