No Chorus

[Intro]
Tay Keith produced it

[Verse]
Goons coming niggas hatin on me but them goons coming
Trap jumping got my eyes running I done sold another
Police chasin for me for first degree now that’s a cold runnin
Niggas scared lookin at a nigga liked they owed something
Matter a fact who are you ayy let me hold something
Who is this, this nigga a bitch I might expose something
I don’t fuck with you or your bitch because she stole something
The way you bitch playin with my balls you think she drove something
Drove something so damn clean I know you seen a G
On the block shout out to them Gwalas on the B.A.B
Choppas fired at a nigga neck like a Jesus Piece
The streets been waiting on me like Im the upcoming Jesus week
Jesus week so Merry Christmas
I be with Tay Keith he the fuckin hitta
Call my bullets scissors by the way they split ya
Rainbow ass nigga I smash ya skittle
These niggas fake and I don’t trust them
Bitches great but I don’t love them
Burn they face and them I shove them
Always put money above them
Niggas slow but y’all loved her
She a hoe but you gone cuff her
Imma fighter not a lover
So if you run on me then you in trouble
Call up lil double he gone bring these packs in
Most of these niggas be actin
They ain't bout this action
Momma told me boy you better do your fucking best
You better have an A or B on your fuckin test, so I did that
Money on my mind gotta get that
Niggas whack that’s why I aim choppers at they filly hat
Fill you up with shells turn your ass to a taco shell
Nigga ran up on me, step back I shoot like Jarrett Jack
Big stacks your bitch eating me like a kit-kat
Pockets fact spread number 20s where my dollars at
Niggas gotta problem mask up ayy where them choppas at
Bangers in this place make a pussy nigga have a heart attack