Yea
Half a mil
Ran it up
That was last week
I'm too ill too real
Flowing nasty
You gonna need a hundred ladders to surpass me
Your baby mama screaming daddy in my backseat
Chain tucked if you strapped on the waistline
Ain't luck if I'm winning when it's game time
You fucked if she fine and she ain't mine
Ain't lying
Shorty bout to shake it like the bass line
Face time with her friends cause she sorta cute
Face time when I sit up in the courtroom
Five-O on my dick man that's old news
Five hoes for the clique
Who they gonna choose
Gonna choose
Ay who they gonna choose
Gonna choose
You know I won't lose
No I won't lose
Bout to blow up like an old fuse
Yuh
Old fuse
Like an old fuse
Old fuse
Blow up like an old fuse
I won't lose
Bout to blow up like an old fuse
I'm giving niggas blues with no clues
Slide in the lamb cold shoes
Hundred million dollars I blow through
You don't know me and I don't know you
I'm heavily dedicated and heavily medicated
Steppin up you niggas
And tellin you I ain't taking
None of your bullshit
Holding a full clip
These niggas is seeing me
Riding in old schools
And know that I'm no fool
No fool no fool
So don't play around
And think you jackin me for my jewels
Cause I keep something tucked under the seat
Pull it quick
Pop
Pop
Feel the heat nigga
Skipping through the block
Hopscotch
Sipping D'Usse
Not scotch
Skipping through your block
Hopscotch
Yuh
Sipping D'Usse
Not scotch
Old fuse
Gottem buggin out of Pro Tools
Took a melatonin
Cause he know them haters gonna snooze
Came here straight from nothing
Everybody looking confused
Cause I'm blowin like an old fuse
Old fuse
Old fuse
Blowin like an old fuse
Yea I won't lose
Bout to blow up like an old fuse
Shorty want that good dick
I got the remedy
Beat it up like I'm fresh out of penitentiary
Pour henny out for my enemies
RIP
Bury you whole legacy like the Kennedy's
That's a low blow
You a Slowbro
Gotta save em all
Stop simpin hoes bro
Gimme all the smoke
No Marlboro
And you see me when I'm pressed
I go loco
Dudes claim they cold blooded
But they fold like origami
I just think it's funny you talking
Ain't bout to do nothing
Claim your pockets swole
Broke boy
Got no money
I just copped a couple zones
And paid in blue hundreds
Got them hoes callin my phone
Busy stackin paper
Tellin me they always want more
I don't do no favors
Shorty buss it down to the floor
That's the twerkaltor
Still steady giving me dome
Till I meet my maker
Money in the mattress
Along with a bad bitch
I don't settle for bad dreams
Homie stay active
Bound to a sad trip
But back on my bad tip
Blunt on my fat lip
Jumped on the adlibs
Coppin that lucy
And never gonna get a bad trip
That ain't your wifey
Cause Dizzy had her doing backflips
Bad shit
Bring back this last shit
Snitchin just to run up your cheese
Man that's some rat shit