‎what

[Intro]
Ayy, btttt
I got that Glock on me, nigga what?
I'm finna blow, feel it in my gut
That bitch Sandy, how she eat my nuts
She turn around, Imma smack her butt
He tryna run, but he outta luck
No CDL, but I got that truck
Sixteen with no license, I was still drivin'
Can't say too much, nigga, keep it private
Why the fuck is yo' girl grabbin' on my private?
He got a new Glock, nigga, he get repo
You at my door, look through the peephole
I'm tryna knock a nigga, till he fold
Bitch, I had to stack up, till my money tall
Tell my fam’ imma be there, when I get that call
Baby eat up my dick, like a eight-inch sub
Niggas know I be fresh as fuck, just like some Downey
And it’s free my big brother, he got sent to the county
With them racks on my head, like I just got a bounty
Nigga, fuck that Glock, Imma just bеat yo' ass
Niggas got beat to the ground, I’m an ape boy
Diamonds gon' savе a ho, don't got a cape, bih
We on the top, wit' whoever you came wit'
Police behind me, so Imma just switch lanes
Bitch, we don't know you, he wanna be gang-gang
Just had a mattress, ain’t ever had big bed
Shawty from Philly, she call me a dickhead
I keep it goin’ hard, bitch, I'm a real dog
These niggas bitch made, they finna quit first
She said she don't love me, like baby that kinda hurt
Nigga want try me, come see if your uzi twerk
We not the same, baby, this ain't finna work
Itchin’ for crack rock, bitch, where the dope man
Fuck wit' my fans they like, "thr33 you the goat man"
Nigga, don't try me 'cause I'm not a ho, man
I was down bad, I ain't know where to go man
Be at the gym, niggas think I'm a coach man
My niggas don't care, rob in the daylight
Spreading my bread, nigga, no peanut butter
Just call me the deli, man, I got that cutter
Slap the fuck outta nigga, he cry to his mother
Nigga, I'm so lucky I got the best fan base
Run up on me, you get sent up wit' MJ
I’ll never listen to he say, she say
My crash dummy, that nigga named Tay-Tay
Y'all niggas need a lil’ break, go on vacay
My favorite alphabet letters is A-K
Pull up to the scene, nigga that's cool, what happened?
Bitch I got a slimey booger for my napkin
And my nigga, lil' Z, he was in the back trappin'
Niggas don't get my music, swear they gotta catch up
I-I'm the new wave for this shit for the new gen'
Pop out wit' lil cuz, just got a new hit
And there ain't no way I can't blow nigga, I got my own style
Niggas be hatin' on me, you gon' see- (Wait, what?)
Man this shit take time, you just gotta believe
Got a bad bih wit' me, she said she won't leave
And these niggas be talkin' shit, they don't even make music
You do not need the Glock, you ain't even gon' fuckin' use it
You do not need the Glock, you won't even fuckin' spray
Hit him wit' one punch, it make him knockout
Remember was down bad, had to sleep on the floor
You ain't been through it, so nigga you'll never know
Never had nobody, I ain't got social skills
Walk his ass down ‘cause I need me that fuckin' kill
Imma be patient though, needa be up now
I was the nice guy, don't give a fuck now
Hmm, yeah