[Verse 1]
sh*t gettin real, sh*t gettin wild
Found out its money on my head now
But these n*ggas pus*y, they can't do the job
Get yo money back b*tch, cause I'm still alive
Boy I won't stop
Can't stop
My shoota locked up, these n*ggas think its safe now
b*tch it's trap season, I can't spend nothing on you
Get caught, I don't say sh*t like I need money
Let me tell you bout these f*ck n*ggas...
CAN'T!
I don't f*ck wit n*ggas
Run off with my sh*t young f*ck n*gga
Pump make a n*gga catch 12
Andrew Luck n*gga
Can't chill witchu, I don't trust n*ggas
Can't talk, can't hang, can't smoke witchu
Stuck up, don't give a f*ck
I ain't no f*ck n*gga
Ain't talkin bout f*ckin
Can't f*ck witchu
b*tch if I fall off, ima bounce back
I got killas everywhere
8 mile to southwest
You brought some new Louie's
I brought that loud pack
Cop 6 grams, cut it up
Bring a thousand back
Walk into the trap, feins showin up
In the spot, no heat
It be cold as f*ck
Young n*gga on it
Young n*ggas know what up
Kill a young n*gga quick
No throwing up
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I'm about to be on some real murder sh*t Ace
I'm telling you man, any n*gga that ever looked at me wrong, owes me money, or ever said any jealous bullsh*t about me is f*cking dead!
You understand what the f*ck I'm saying Ace? They're f*ckin dead man!
I don't give a f*ck about nothing man!
[Outro]
Man I hate n*ggas
Stay away from n*ggas
If you need white girl bake a cake wit n*ggas