Temper

I had to get it, I count me a check, Water the wrist, Got me dripping like wet, I had to run it, I got my a bag, They try to test me, I took it
And laughed

On the scene, I was acting real cool, These niggas shady,They acting a fool, I was that niggas, I carried the tool, My niggas with me, They carried them tools

I kept it so real, I recognize game, Can’t fuck with these niggas
I swear that they lame, Don’t talk to these bitches, I stayed in my lane, Smokin that shit, Got me high like a plane

Chasing that paper, I stay on that grind, Was moving so fast, I wasn’t wasting no time, Shoutout my brothers, We bleeding like slime, Forever my baby, I copped me a dime

And I was out on the rode, I was stuck in whole, But i ain’t stuck no more, Pouring the drink in tha foam, Bad bitches, Keep callin my phone, I tell them just leave me alone, But I got the heart of a stone

These Niggas talking down, They ready to lose, My niggas they down, We the ready to shoot, Hurt one of my brothers, I swea that you screwed, Dont hang with no Goof, That nigga be fuuu, Pussy taste good so I eat like food, Always Winning, Like what is a lose
,Y’all steady sleeping, Like pressing the snooze, But just stay to yoself, You never be fool

Chasing that bread....I was moving so fast....Niggas be hating....Like why is you mad......Riding with rage.....With the the pump in back....Save all that drama.... That shit pass....Posted real deep....But that shit never last.....Fucking withus....Like nigga we crash......All about business...I be straight to the cash....Just wait till I make it.....I’m gone in a flash....

My temper be real bad nigga......Too Houston ... Too trill ass nigga...I only hang with real ass niggas.....If he plotting.....We kill that nigga.......I’m on top like a hill my nigga.....You ain’t bout it......You quill my nigga.....Be a 100 .....Be real my nigga......Or just Get pop like a pill my nigga

And I was out on the rode.....I was stuck in whole.....But i ain’t stuck no more......Pouring the drink in tha foam.....Bad bitches....Keep callin my phone.....I tell them just leave me alone.....But I got the heart of a stone......

I keep it lowkey......Cause Im always in tock......Niggas start shootin.....So I cope me Glock......Walk in the club.....With a knife in my sock......Can't fuck with no 12.....Cause they put us on locks.....You make a mistake......You go straight to the box....Could never switch up.......Im allergic to oops.....feenin money....When it come to Guwap.....When niggas get hungry.....They back on the block

Struggle real hard....I was losing my mind....In it real deep....I was doing the crimes.....I’m back on my feet......And I’m ready to shine.....My Family starving......So it’s time to grind.....Watch how you move.....Or get from behind.....These niggas be actin....These hoes be lyin.....Close to the semi....That bitch get to flying....