Don't text my phone about a bitch I don't get into that
Don't text me at all you better call Don't do the internet
Did that shit one time I still remember
Wasn't feeling that
And I hold a grudge You think YF not gonna get em back
I don't do that beefing You don't like me boy just let it go
I don't gotta shoot If you a threat
He do the pick n roll
Don't no nigga put no fear in me I'm tryna let em know
All the niggas talking on my name They never let me know
All the niggas talking on my name Gotta sneak diss
Got this niggas scared he go to Bearden he be tweeting shit
Why you diss the dead He know some niggas on the street shit
I be bout the money But you play I gotta send somebody
I don't do the dirt I just sit back and try get Ricch like Roddy
You thought I was him But I know niggas who be killing killers
And they cool with me So what you think I'm gonna kill you nigga
I can't make a diss I made a statement for any silly nigga
Beefing bout a what Don't shake my hand Cause I can't go that low
I got drip for days What you talking What you wearing bro
Switch up different J's I get looked at everywhere I go
Order Chick fil-a for my new bae
Don't want ya BITCH bro!
Really tryn debate if I should pop out with the richest
Somewhere deep inside of Florida Chilling kick it with my niggas
You can't kick us out the spot Cause we paid cash Like no you tripping
Brodie high asl
Why my nigga turnt he with the bitches
They be fried asl
Riding thru the city whip a chimney
Fucking on that bitch I broke heart I sucked all on her titties
Brodie somewhere balling on a nigga He ain't even famous
Don't know where you from Or who you is So don't even try to play us
Yeah I'm from the hood But made it out I don't even go to speak
Rather count the money get a bag Before I go to sleep
You thought it was cool But I be rapping on some other shit
We can up and move like anytime But this the city bitch
When I make it out I get it tented talking rolls Royce Fuck it, do the vet
And the roof can be attached
I was selling making plays
But I never seen a drought
I stopped moving all that shit Bc I knew it wasn't me
I got niggas just Bc I'm me Gone do that shit for free
My big bro been on the run I'm missing joe Like where he be
Man I wish his ass here
Make his ass man of the year
I stopped hooping where the mic
I'm tryn go get what I want
I can't wait to make em mad And show that nigga that I made it
How you claim you this and that But ain't nobody said he crazy
What you gotta understand is I don't care And it could happen
I remember I was rapping dropping music I was capping
I done took this shit to Mars & Brung that shit back down to Saturn