Before you tell me what it is I'ma tell you what it ain't Don't ask me if I got my gun, what the fuck you think Been rapping, trapping, serving pills, sipping drink Nigga play with me We gone leave him stank Posterize little niggas Leave them in the paint Big ass tires Shit look like a tank Glock 40 on me But it look like it ain't He said his chain dancing But it look like it ain't Yea, run up on me he gone get flanked Yea, gun up on me, point blank She a bad bitch, send her to the bank If I showed my momma what I payed for this she'd probably faint He wish my chain was fake but now he mad because it ain't He wish that I was lacking sorry buddy but I ain't Sliding around in an LS1 and I'm toting a gun I'm in the house, counting up funds Doing that just for fun, yea I put GC on my face, put kush in my lungs I know my name hold weight, I know it weigh a ton I know these niggas hate but I know these niggas bums That's why I keep that oukie tucked, just like a blunt Rick Owens on my feet Just like a punk I'm in a five point seven swerving just like a drunk I swear I'm so used to splurging this shit ain't none Ice up on my neck so now its freezing in here Cam kit on my whip now its breathing, yea Gotta keep the glock on my hip I can't leave it here Before you tell me what it is I'ma tell you what it ain't Don't ask me if I got my gun, what the fuck you think Been rapping, trapping, serving pills, sipping drink Nigga play with me We gone leave him stank Posterize little niggas Leave them in the paint Big ass tires Shit look like a tank Glock 40 on me But it look like it ain't He said his chain dancing But it look like it ain't Yea, run up on me he gone get flanked Yea, gun up on me, point blank She a bad bitch, send her to the bank If I showed my momma what I payed for this she'd probably faint He wish my chain was fake but now he mad because it ain't He wish that I was lacking sorry buddy but I ain't