This that shit we pistol-toting
This that shit have you slow motion
Hit that shit make me feel important
Move that shit you smell so potent
And I don't even know your name
But this year I'll make you famous
This year I'll step my game up
I'll tell you how I came up
And I don't even know your name
But this year I'll make you famous
This year I'll step my game up
I'll tell you how I came up
This ain't no Corvette, nah baby girl, this a Lamborghini
I'm ridin' 'round with a Drac', I'm 'bout to pull up and fuck on Kiki
I be like "Baby", fuck if you riding
I don't need yo' love, I got this guap right beside me
'Cause I got a couple pistol totes, that nigga play, we stick 'em up
I might just have to be the one to hit 'em up
Make the paramedics come pick him up
Soul out his body, he giving up
Might double back and finish 'em
Stamp a nigga, I'm sending 'em
Let these shots off, at least ten of 'em
Plus ten of them, plus ten of them
Hit your block, I'm spinnin' 'em, uh
Fuck those, who friends with 'em?
Fuck his thot then send her back to live with him
Got a 30, she at the crib with 'em
All I know is stack them Benjamins
It don't take too much for me to shit on him
Yeah throwing shade but I still got lead on him
Diamonds sitting too hard, I can't fit in
I done came too far, I can't give in
Steady dropping hits
Knock it out the park, in the booth I don't do no missing
I done got your bitch
I done broke her heart, young nigga ain't got no feelings
You ain't come see me when I was in
Prison, so you can't be a part of my vision
This that shit we pistol-toting
This that shit have you slow motion
Hit that shit make me feel important
Move that shit you smell so potent
And I don't even know your name
But this year I'll make you famous
This year I'll step my game up
I'll tell you how I came up
Nigga if it came down to the bread what would you do
Wouldchu spend hunnit bands on sum strippers - tell da truth
You niggas is rapping lies boy fuckin up da youth
Dey sayin that I'm too negative I'm teaching them to shoot
You claiming, you da opposite but you don't got no common sense
Money make the world go round what do you suppose
Spending every dollar breaking pockets fo a hoe
Say whatchu want but if you knew I kno they need it
I have succeeded it's a reason my bitch conceited
My life completed I been wanting it since a Fettes
I'm so versatile god gifted me with a curse
I won't ever stop until my heart stop beating
This that shit we pistol-toting
This that shit have you slow motion
Hit that shit make me feel important
Move that shit you smell so potent
And I don't even know your name
But this year I'll make you famous
This year I'll step my game up
I'll tell you how I came up
And I don't even know your name
And I don't even know your name