INTRO

[Verse 1]
It's been so many niggas hatin, feel free to get off my dick
You niggas on the sidelines waitin for me to quit
I'm in the shadows tryna get my count up, and I'm movin quick
Bitch this not a war, a battle, Atilla with any grip

I'm not like you niggas, I'm silent, don't need a muzzle break
Niggas pocket watching, tryna drain me for every cent I make
Think he talkin biz, want percentages of the bread I made
Tryna pull out my pocket, it's empty for all these fuckin snakes

Weapons, I need walls full of weapons
I don't even wanna stress, these pussy niggas not my brethren
Put my trust in Smith & Wessons, drop him and forget em
I been in my element, and toned it down I was forgetting

I'm the motherfuckin chef, and niggas tryna take my sauce
That shit not an empty claim, that shit been clearer than some Voss
Niggas ran off with my beats like we won't come and knock it off
Rock a nigga in his jaw, smoke him jus like an exhaust

I take big backwoods to the motherfuckin face
I'mma take a nigga goods til I'm rollin in my grave
I'm still fuckin niggas hoes, put these bitches in they place
I know niggas mad at me, but they won't even wanna say

Need some Fendi, need some Hillside Chapel on my kicks
Need a Ferragamo bag, keep my rolls closer than a bitch
Need a 44 for my foes, fully loaded, let it spin
Choppa hit a nigga harder than a bodybuilder fist

[Verse 2]
If we pull up it's no second chances
Spin him round, look like he dancing
Body twist him out his vans
Them caskets been in high demand

I do the walkin, ain't no talkin
None these niggas get to barkin
Bag his bitch up on the belt
I tax em all if they want spark it

All tree barkin when I roll up
Put the key in, twist and start it
Push his buttons, see wassup
He walk away, he gon keep flaudgin

GodEatGod and niggas followers
On her knees praising and swallowing
Suck me up no baby bottle
Pop and lock on my dick droppin it

Aim, right in the centerfold
He ran off quick, we know he told
These niggas more like bitches
All that gossiping, it's all in bold

Cheesin hard at all my foes
My nigga we know what you on
You scheming, but you bout to fold
No poker face, you showin traces

Fakin niggas get exposed
We takin shit, we stomp, you roll
DMG, go for the gold
No diamonds, let that lil shit go

I'm shinin, I'm the one they want
6 stars, they chasing til I'm in my grave
Rollin laughing in my coffin, I won't care when I'm gone