Skeeo, you crazy
Look, uh, whoa, whoa, let's talk, nigga
Yeah, yeah, who said they gon' do somethin' to me?
Bitch ass nigga
You ain't tell nigga you don't wanna do nothin' with me
Yeah, look
Bitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don't need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she got the good ass and head
I'm a stolo baby, murder baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
City police could not tame me, so I heard that's why they had to call the feds
Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches, "Say my name loud"
And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin', so y'all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
Tryna leave who dead? Gon' lay and beg
Gon' lose your head, bitch (gon' lose your head, bitch)
Them boys you with, they scared to light
Turn red, we leave you dead with it
I'm smokin', tryna focus
Now called on me, pay her rent
Lil' posted nigga said that Quando got me tryna zoom shit
Been waitin' tote nines, it's like he ran up, switch 'em back with drums in
Shoot you in your front door, if you don't know
We don't choose, bitch, I don't pick (don't pick at all)
These niggas be tryna steal my style, don't try see what I'ma come with
But I ain't got Jason, so they fuck the engineer, I ain't no shit, now hold on
Shorty, uh, put that pussy on me, want me, I don't see
How lil' mama done fit all that ass up in those jeans
I got plenty hundreds on me, just want lean, I don't smoke weed
And I got a slime just for your slime for who wan' dome me
Bitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don't need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she got the good ass and head
I'm a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
City police could not tame me
So I heard that's why they had to call the feds
Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches "say my name loud"
And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin', so y'all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
You'll lose your life
'Cause they been trippin', they can't wait 'til y'all make a wrong right
And that's exactly how that shit turn on a better night
Yup, you just don't know your life might end at the next green light
I just see inside your eyes that you ain't never been inside that car, nigga
You just grew around that shit, boy, you a bitch
And all them old-ass niggas that you be runnin' with
Gon' end up on some zombie shit from a headshot
When lil' bro and 'em swang the switch
Who that is, say they want Top pic? Gotta put 'em on my top list
I won't drop shit 'til I heard that he got blicks (yeah, he got blicks)
You see them bangin' green? Know that be my shit
I bossed it all, them boys they drop shit
Get a drop to show you they gon' stain you and who you with
They gon' stain you and your clique
Bitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don't need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she got the good ass and head
I'm a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
Police could not tame me
So I heard that's why they had to call the feds
Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches "say my name loud"
And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin', so y'all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone