Stuck in my head, I been locked in
Pull up with them choppers, and we aimin' at your noggin
Pussy boy say that he mobbin'
Think you that guy, got some news, boy you not him
Stuck in my head, I been locked in
I been going up, I don't think that I'm stoppin'
Look at my numbers, I'm poppin'
Talk down to me, and the bros get to moppin'
Imma get fucked up until my eyes roll
I just made a rack, and now I'm balling like I'm Michael
Shawty said she want me to come thru, and I might go
Man, this shit too easy, I could do it with my eyes closed
Maxin' out my card, me and the homies, we like nice clothes
See it, i'ma cop it, swipe my card, because I like those
Keep a choppa by my side, 'cause I don't fight hoes
I been goin' crazy
Lately I been going psycho
Why you talkin down to me? Bro you don't know me
I'ma pull up, up the choppa, now I'm smokin' on your homie
They used to show me love
But then they switched up, they some phonies
Pussy swearin' that he hard, I told em
"Pull up, better show me!"
Bitch, I'm posted on your block, I'm creepin' slowly
Choppa turn you into lunch meat, 'cause you talkin all boloney
I'm a goddess, when you talk to me, remember that I'm holy
Bitch I made your whole career, and now you hating, cuz you owe me
Stuck in my head, I been locked in
Pull up with them choppers, and we aimin' at your noggin
Pussy boy say that he mobbin'
Think you that guy, got some news, boy you not him
Stuck in my head, I been locked in
I been going up, I don't think that I'm stoppin'
Look at my numbers, I'm poppin'
Talk down to me, and the bros get to moppin'
Smokin' more tree, than a motherfucking knock
I'm in NYC, so I got it from the ock
Trap metal OG, I got rocks in my socks
They all tryna know me, but I'm not finna talk
How ya'll all OD off of the same ass drugs?
And ya'll just be payin' for your buzz
And that's some lame shit
Bitch I got the fuckin keys
Fuck an SRT
I just be swervin' in the truck
That's how I lane switch
And my bitch so bad, make the other bitches look bad
Kids so sad, pick up your motherfucking bookbag
Spider Gang the gang, and we motherfucking cooked rap
The opps all cryin' over shit that they coulda had
Shoulda coulda woulda had
And they tryna pick up on the swag, tell 'em
"Put it back!"
All this shit irrelevant, don't know where to even look for that
You don't like what I say? I ain't industry standard
And I only speak the truth, I don't motherfucking pander
Stuck in my head, I been locked in
Pull up with them choppers, and we aimin' at your noggin
Pussy boy say that he mobbin'
Think you that guy, got some news, boy you not him
Stuck in my head, I been locked in
I been going up, I don't think that I'm stoppin'
Look at my numbers, I'm poppin'
Talk down to me, and the bros get to moppin'