Stack it up gotta be going to play it off
I get the bag while we play a lot
I ain't got reason to stress about fuckers and those with no choppers
I just got paid making this music, like what?
Just fucked a bitch she was moaning a lot
Got a Louis V bag and Versachie on lock
You a lil' bitch we pulled up you got popped
And your mother yeah she just got, dropped
I'm not a player the way this shit hitting got me feeling like Slayer
I'm the motherfucker that won't ever lat the haters wanna fuck up on the level that I'm on
It's crazy
Talking that talk and I'm walking that walk got a .45 with an extended clip on me
Fucked up we on the op block spinning round no shots bleeding I won't stop
Fuck it!
I be speeding yeah I am a rocket
Blue face, red face, ain't gonna stop it
Two twin Glocks I just call them my puppets
They be talking like I can be fucked with
When I step into the room you gon drop
So much blood that I feel like a cop
Fuck they be on we just kill shit for fun
I drop 'em like bombs
Taking my time I be climbing up flow undefeated
I'm slept on this shit really devious
Plotting I'm scheming while I fight my demons
This shit is unhealthy fuck that I be geekin' I swear
Got a blicky on me I ain't playing
When I'm pulling up you all better get slaying before hesitating
I ain't got no latex but I keep on playing these games I be staking