Yeah, lemmie pop my shit
I'ma pop my shit, I pop my shit, 'cause I pop my shit, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, yeah
I got too high last night I woke up talkin' to a demon
Jada I love her even though we steady beefin'
Givin', gettin' head 69 my favorite number
Pussy in my face and my dick touchin' her tonsils
Tired of being in love, I'm tired of breaking your promises (tired of being in love)
I can seem to do shit right, just been honest with you
I think you should move on and find another nigga (find another nigga)
Money make me happy, I'm like, "Fuck a bitch"
I ain't rich until I'm fuckin' in a Cullinan (in that Rolls truck)
Yep, I'm a slut, I'm tryna nut in Jazmine Sullivan (Sullivan)
Took his hoe to eat at Houston she was lovin' it (she was lovin' it)
I order spinach dip the bitch turn me off, and she double-dip
Hit your block red flags, blue flags, Bloods and Crips
Three thousand shots, 200 Glocks 'cause Thug in here (slime)
Ha, Xannies, Percocet and, yeah, I love to sip
Money made me numb so I can love a little (I can love a little)
Niggas playing both sides 'til they get touched for real
Everybody show they true colors when you touchin' mills
Oh, thank you, Lord, for blessin' me with children (me with children)
Please don't let them suffer from all of my bullshit (please)
Yeah, I got bad habits (I got bad habits)
I got a shopping addiction (I got a shopping addiction)
Can quit syrup habits
When this go off I hope you shoot, you better not panic
I fuck her face until she choke, I got her throat damaged
She suck that dick the best, I swear, when she on nose candy (she on coca)
My ex ain't gonna never find a nigga 'cause we both damaged
My toxic ways rubbed off on her, and now she so savage (now she savage)
My money up, no, it ain't shit that keep a hoe happy (keep a hoe happy)
Don't pillow talk about me to a bitch I'm fuckin', that's wack
I got too many hoes that love, my heart just had an attack
I share my love because lost, and I don't know where I'm at
I think my bitch could be my wife, but she don't know how to act
I'm shootin' dice with 20 thousand I just made of the rap
Got four-four Ace if you want Za, and I got a break-down trap
Soulja Slim told me before he died, "Neno, you gonna be a player"
I was only seven, but I could tell he meant everythin' that he said
I grew up under niggas who get money for real (money for real)
So I had no choice but to get money and kill (get money and kill)
Power makes more money, Lord, this feelin' unreal
Ain't clearin' up no rumors, I'm sendin' hits all year, nigga
Sendin' hits all year
Ain't clearin' up no rumors, I'm sendin' hits all year
Yeah, I got bad habits (I got bad habits)
I got a shopping addiction (I got a shopping addiction)
Can quit syrup habits
When this go off I hope you shoot, you better not panic (you better not panic)
I fuck her face until she choke, I got her throat damaged
She suck that dick the best, I swear, when she on nose candy (she on coca)
My ex ain't gonna never find a nigga 'cause we both damaged
My toxic ways rubbed off on her, and now she so savage (now she so savage)
My money up, no, it ain't shit that keep a hoe happy (a hoe happy)