I'm on some other shit
Replace my bitch with another chick
It ain't OG I ain't smoking it
Strap on my lap I might blow this shit
Ns they hate I ain't notice it
Choppa it wet you like ocean do
Bitches is coming in by the groove
One of a kind I ain't one of you
(Yea)
Thoughts in my head say these Ns ain't bout it they scared
Folks in my pocket ain't living they dead
You don't wanna push me I'm close to the edge
Dreaming bout money I hopped out of bed
Weed is so loud it might wake up the dead
Ain't talkin money then keep your mouth closed
I'm cool with the plug he throw me the O's
I've been in the kitchen I fuck up the stove
Uh
I was in the cut
While they sit in the nosebleeds
With a white bitch
Like the one from Pulp fiction she love doing blow till the nose bleed
Pops in the mix and a Glock in the kitchen
And he sitting next to the cold beef
Piece on her hip it shoot right through the neck
Got a kick and a chop like a goalie
I've been at the top
That's why yo hoe wanna blow me
Why do they talk when they don't even know me?
All of my business control it remotely
Blick with a beam let it flash like Adobe
Price over principal
Gold neck like a trophy
From east to west you can tell that I'm coasting
From north to south how she ride it she boasting
All that blow in her nose now she starting to look ghostly
I know these niggas ain't running they mouth bitch I'm from the South
We come with heat
All of these niggas they really should humble it down
Cause nobody fuckin with me
I know these niggas ain't running they mouth bitch I'm from the South
We come with heat
All of these niggas they really should humble it down cause
Nobody fuckin with me (ahh)
Nobody really been on the map
No infinity stones but Niggas know That I really could snap
I'm in control you should really adapt
I'm in a mode with the hoes and the Kitty to kat but imma licky licky
I'm coldest Im known for the wittiest rap
A Big throne that I'm sitting in fact
But Niggas won't say they ball but they gone Double dribble and travel
Don't judge imma give 'em a gabble
Like woah
Dabble a lot hoe
Shit so mean when he rap
Foes act like Fiends when they grab on the pot hoe
Niggas ain't have no drop for the low no shot
No spot for snake shit
No shock Niggas not gone say shit
Big drip faux With the fake shit
Niggas ain't Know what I Wrote was the Code for the matrix hoe