Intro Freestyle

[Intro]
Yeah
Nigga know what up with me, like real talk, no pump fakin' nigga
It's all facts on this bitch believe that
MikeMadeThe808s
See this that real Head Young'N In Charge shit, you hear me
If you ain't' feel me before you gon' feel me on this bitch
Like this though

[Verse 1]
I'm the head youngin in charge bitch, you better ask somebody
I was the first one came through stuntin', swervin' in that Audi
A nigga said I ain't got no money, I just started smilin'
I guess he mad this water on me and his diamonds cloudy
By the way, free Lil Chopper out that pen bitch
She really like to step, think a nigga from the B with it
I tell her go and get you, she gon' put your ass to sleep quick
Hold on, now let me run about this G shit
No pump fakin', all my brothers steppers
The trap like a junk yard, that bitch full of metal
We got Glocks, K's, AR's, TEC's, and Berettas
Advise you don't fuck with the boys 'less you want that pressure, yeah
Just let you know, I am not a fighter
Everywhere Lil Famous go you know I got the rifle
Ain't got no time to throw a blow, no I don't want to fight you
You say it's up, then bitch it's goin' down like an Eiffel
And nine times out of ten you gon' need a diaper
And this shit here will never end, it's a revolving cycle
They shot my kid out on the vids, there was no survival
We ain't gon' stop spinnin' the Benz until your life retired
In other words, pussy bitch it's over with
Catch you slippin', hop out, handle it on that soldier shit
Nigga swing, it ain't no missing, bet I get it over quick
Give 'em two straight to the feet and leave his head smokin' bitch
I'm a lil gangster, bitch I keep one in the chamber for real
Clip like a hanger, you in danger when I up with the steel
I keep my banger 'cause it's dangerous when you roam in that field
Yeah I be anxious, I'ma stank you, run up on me, get drilled
I might just catch you in traffic, send them shots through your car door
Bitch I can make it happen, I got racks like Wells Fargo
Way back when I was trappin', kept a ratchet in my cargos
Shooters pull up, let you have it, and skrrt off up in a Tahoe

[Interlude]
Like what up, yeah
Niggas know what up with me, niggas know what up whit that two times FG shit nigga
Believe that, yeah
I'm steppin' on shit, it's my year, fuck all that
I think they finally realized why I'm in the head youngin in charge, you hear me
Free all my brothers out that pen, you know, RIP Fetty, but look

[Verse 2]
They be like Famous where you been at?
Shit, I been in the trenches nigga
Twenty-four seven on my grind, I gotta get it nigga
They tried to leave the boy behind but now I'm winnin' nigga
And can't nobody stop my shine, you can forget it nigga
All of the sudden I came up, now they wasn't riding with me
I be like bitch where you was at when I was rockin' pennies?
Ran out of dope so I was sellin' soap just to get through the day
Ain't have no hope 'cause I was broke, my auntie told me pray
I had to start off with a nickel just to get a dollar
And then our pockets get bigger, hoes want to holler
I can't fuck with a gold digger, make her suck and swallow
The head good, I just might hit her then forget about her
Back to the business, I'm the sickest with this rap shit
This trap shit, this get a nigga clapped shit, you heard me?
Bring out my nigga BT, that's a wrap bitch, we purging
Tell Pat to get the MAC, I got the rental, now we swervin'