​​on E

[Chorus]
Just went rack for rack with yo bitch, yeah, I'm bigger
I ain't talking figures, but I'm all about my figure
I been on that E, no cigarette, don't call me a mister
I ain't like no pictures, but today, I'm taking pictures
Taking pictures, taking pics (cultic)
Oh that figures I'm a fruity fig
HRT in the SRT, I skirt my fit
But It's still fuck 12, they fuckin' pigs, this ain't a bit

[Verse]
My life feel like GTA in this bitch
Swear to god, I can't even pray in this bitch
And I been sayin this shit
So many bitches think I'm insane and shit
But I am, you can't handle my swag
19 was the first time I took loud in a pack
25/8, I be chasing the bag
And I still can rap without having to ca-
You know that I keep that drum on me
You know that I keep that gun
You know my choppa be fuckin' shit up
Bitch, I'm boutta bust
Maybe 'cause I shot they homie for fun
Bitch, where is the love
If you even think bout switching up, you better run
Bitch, you running 'cause you lacking
I be making paper and yo broke ass making napkins
Don't fuck with the government, I still ain't do my taxes
I ain't gon' do shit if it gon' get my guap subtracted

[Chorus]
Just went rack for rack with yo bitch, yeah, I'm bigger
I ain't talking figures, but I'm all about my figure
I been on that E, no cigarette, don't call me a mister
I ain't like no pictures, but today, I'm taking pictures
Taking pictures, taking pics
Oh that figures I'm a fruity fig
HRT in the SRT, I skirt my fit
But It's still fuck 12, they fuckin' pigs, this ain't a bi-bi-bi-bi