Fuck the feast
Free two portal is backwards bitch
Reach your phone nigga
I'm in the mall with 10k in my Louie bag
You better run from this beam
This ain't laser tag
I know you mad your brother gone
And you can't get 'em back
Ever since I've known you
You've been broke and you been down bad
I'll drop five bands and your head and they'll go get it
Gettin' money too addicting I don't ever think I'll quit it
I ain't signing with no label I need a million-dollar ticket
You ain't atleast make a band a day then I don't wanna kick it
I'll be in here talkin' shit you really rap
Free my brother I might lose him
'Cause these nigga's in there rats
Last nigga dissin' on K-Bands
Done got his ass clapped
Think I got a bad habit
I keep walkin' outta sex
I ain't worry 'bout your nigga you can't bring the dead back
Don't be reachin' for my chain that's gon' get your head cracked
Finessed a nigga outta thousand
You can't get your bread back
He could be right here livin' with you
But he shouldn't have said that
I spent so much money in sex, they know my real name
Nigga's need a scope up on they strap 'cause they got no aim
It's really sad nigga's risk they lives for a lil' fame
I bet I got more money in my safe then your whole gang
Dirty ass crib you got bugs in that bitch
You a dirty ass nigga you got roaches in your whip
You make 400 in two weeks and I know that I got you sick
I just dapped his nigga up but he ain't know I fucked his bitch
You flexin' with that man you better enjoy it
'Cause I'ma take it
She a groupie when she see my Instagram
She gon' get naked
I'm a scammer 'til I die that trappin' shit is overrated
Free 2-4 he in the county
'Cause some nigga's writin' statements
Better stay up in that cell
'Cause if they out they gonna know who did it
Devil on my side he got the beam
So he ain't never missin'
My lil' nigga a menace to society
He don't ever listen
Y'all done got that soft he gon' cook it
Whip it in the kitchen (in the kitchen)
I be in here, talkin' shit you really rap
Free my brother I might lose him
'Cause these nigga's in there rats
Last nigga dissin' on K-Bands
Done got his ass clapped
I think I got a bad habit
I keep walkin' outta sex
I ain't worry 'bout your nigga you can't bring the dead back
Don't be reachin' for my chain that's gon' get your head cracked
Finessed a nigga outta thousand
You can't get your bread back
He could be right here livin' with you
But he shouldn't have said that