Mood

It's lando yo bitch know Don't let yo bitch go nigga! Tell them niggas shut the f*ck up, fo real  (Shut the f*ck up) B' done bossed up on the wrong Nigga get killed for it we ain't the ones With none of that bullshit that y'all been on None of that bullshit that y'all been doin' Anything a street nigga went through I done been through it Keep stepping on that work You know we still gym shoe it F*ck them hoes, ran through em Ran through em packs gone, ran through em We ran through em! This that shit that we get into Nigga, go end up dead or we get into it We pull them choppers out, we tryna kill We won't up that bitch unless it's real Ain't no fake smoke we give out halos This ain't Halo Bitch that game ain't have no dracos It ain't no game hoe, we ain't go play roles Point snap like Fabo, killas at my say-so Shooters at my leisure Make em have a seizure big ape like Caesar Money in my pocket look Like chicken salad caesar In Cali smokin' ether You can't f*ck with me neither He can't f*ck with me either Let us catch a nigga while he Lacking we gone drop some We gone go up top or somethin' Don't think we not nothin' I still been block running That AR still a plot twister My spot still rocks in em Hit em in the head if he not listenin' You ain't good everywhere you say Bitch we be down the way we be out the way Shoot a nigga if he in the way That EA top side, I'm in the game I made me a name, I trap me a chain Gettin' high I spent a prezzy plain That's in the last two months On God that shit ain't insane I have squad pull up right now How you tryna play em We a pull a pistol out in public Won't hesitate to spray it It's premeditated especially if hoe Niggas in here hatin' Ain't nobody rap beefing with dog Bitch I'm trap beefing with the law Million dollar meetings with bosses Want my bag bitch at all costs It's my time to win, I took losses Niggas I had love for cross me Still act like love for when I off em Bitch I'm cuttin' up Make a hundred, stack a hundred, yeah Put it up! Make another hundred real quick, F*ck it up! Bitch I made a whole hundred this Year in the month of love Only 28 days in February I know I can run it up! Bitch them facts, I got racks Whole outfit from Saks Just to hit the road and rap Dior this, Dior that F*ck his bitch, little hoe a rat Opp nigga son wanna be gang Grow yo shit out nigga Gon' get dreads soon as you grown I'mma blow yo shit out nigga I'm him not them, I'mma get M's We gon' shit on niggas So much cheese I'll put about 50 bricks on niggas!