Alpha

[Intro]
(Yung Brando bitch)
Bitch

[Chorus]
Go and snatch me a body, the jury can't prove
Nigga lying about his rank, I already knew
Really do what I rap about, you cap in your music
Gotta keep this shit tight, move too slow, you gon' lose it
I ain't new to this shit, bitch I'm true to this shit
We was just in a loft getting high den' a bitch
I ain't trusting no hoes, I'm just selling [?]
Got a Glock with a drum, this ain't no ruler clip
And just like a rabbit she hop on my dick
All these chains on my body, call it solar eclipse
I just pulled up in that new-new, that SRT whip
Catch me at the bank and I'm counting my chips
Do not treat me like average, I'm not one of them
Slide on a opp, beat the case, that nigga in the wind
Aye, I drop a hoe just like Gwen (Stacy)
Weren't with it, that bitch just pretending
I'm getting bands, no I can't be no faker
Your hoe keep calling me, want me to save her
I move with the alphas, you stuck with the betas
If it's up to me then these niggas won't make it
Quit hitting my cell if it ain't about some paper
We'll spin your block now, nah we ain't waiting for later
He say he ain't snitch but his name on the paper
He went to police, he was making them statements
I'm up in communities, know that they gated
Real street nigga, I still trap out the vacant
Imma keep this shit secretive like a Freemason
Got hit with them hot boy what was you thinking
And I'm going up, you see how they treat me
Michael Jackson, I told your hoe to beat it

[Verse]
Don't take it personal cuz I ain't just anyone
You know that I put this shit on and I put it down
I sip that cup too much, you know I can't put it down
I smoke me a opp, now I'm rocking his fitted cap
Smoking on za now he think that he Shawty now
I tee up the function, finna fuck on a model now
What happen to bro, look at me, I don't know
Baby that nigga got hit with a solar flare
I fuck on your boo thing, you don't wanna come in here
Theres goons in the trap and you know we got guns in here
Slide in the club and you know I brought my gun in here
Blue hundreds, bet you thought I was Gunna dem'
My pockets on swole, she thought I was Big pun and dem'
Pull up to your block, I'm gunning everyone of them

[Chorus]
Go and snatch me a body, the jury can't prove
Nigga lying about his rank, I already knew
Really do what I rap about, you cap in your music
Gotta keep this shit tight, move too slow, you gon' lose it
I ain't new to this shit, bitch I'm true to this shit
We was just in a loft getting high den' a bitch
I ain't trusting no hoes, I'm just selling [?]
Got a Glock with a drum, this ain't no ruler clip
And just like a rabbit she hop on my dick
All these chains on my body, call it solar eclipse
I just pulled up in that new-new, that SRT whip
Catch me at the bank and I'm counting my chips
Do not treat me like average, I'm not one of them
Slide on a opp, beat the case, that nigga in the wind
Aye, I drop a hoe just like Gwen (Stacy)
Weren't with it, that bitch just pretending
I'm getting bands, no I can't be no faker
Your hoe keep calling me, want me to save her
I move with the alphas, you stuck with the betas
If it's up to me then these niggas won't make it
Quit hitting my cell if it ain't about some paper
We'll spin your block now, nah we ain't waiting for later
He say he ain't snitch but his name on the paper
He went to police, he was making them statements
I'm up in communities, know that they gated
Real street nigga, I still trap out the vacant
Imma keep this shit secretive like a Freemason
Got hit with them hot boy what was you thinking
And I'm going up, you see how they treat me
Michael Jackson, I told your hoe to beat it