Night I

[Verse]
While you was at school, popular, getting all them hoes
I was gettin' bread, gettin' the bag, gettin' them fuckin' funds
P-p-p-pipe down lil' fuck, fuck yo' wack music
You ain’t going to hell cause I'mma bring it to ya'
You love the way I intimidate, I don’t even do nothin'
You gon' feel my presence runnin' thru yo' fuckin' veins
If you gon' shoot then shoot them fuckin' clips boy
What the fuck you gotta gun for if you don’t even use it
You a lil' bitch out here in the stree-
I ain’t even street, I ain’t even from the hood
And smack the fuck outta you
All you fuckin' ho's
All you fuckin' fools ridin' round with them to-toys
I should get my shooters on yo' fuckin neck
I really split yo' wig in a sec
I really stomp a ni-ni-ni-ni out on the curb
Put you on a shirt, put you on a tray
Eat you up like a buttercup