Banned From TV lyrics

[Verse]
Yessir!
Aye look, I took my rap money and I went and bought some kilo(s)
4th quarter, tie game, and one for the free throw
Letric bill audemar, lighting up like PEECO
Word to my homies locked, "free my n*gga Reek" flow
We go, anywhere I wanna, it's my ego
Jewelry on and off, all I know is ball (ballin)
Glock 4pound'll put your brains on the wall
I'm trynna buy them hammers TIP had, you n*ggas at the mall
Let me tell you why they hatin', cause they dead pot
Aye weezy tell them n*ggas kill they self, head shot
Fred Flintstone ya b*tch, I make her f*ckin' bed rock
So much ice up in my Breitling made my f*cking band pop
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, pick a f*cking rapper out
And I bet they ain't in to half that sh*t they say or rap about
I be really into that, flowing with my rachet out
Every time I'm in the club, know we bring them ladders out (ladders)
Don't you hate a rapping n*gga screaming he ain't gotta rap?
Spitting all that bullsh*t you spiitin, (tsk) gotta trap
Watching for them boys in the khakis and the alphabet
Cause they don't wanna see a young n*gga make it out the jack
Out the hood, out for good, hating n*gga I been good
The coupe like the Bat Mobile, my b*tch playin Robin Hood
Kobe told me "get 'em" and I told him that "I got 'em good"
You ain't never been there b*tch, why you actin' hollywood?
Kerosene heater flow, swagger on a milli'n (swagger)
Every time I'm on some sh*t they be like "you killin' 'em"
He said I ain't on that sh*t, Black Eyed Peas "well Will I am"
5 percent on everything so you don't see what wheel I'm in
Or you don't see what b*tch I got
Ice up in my wrist and watch
I'mma cloud hopper, prolly take me to the top
Drama, take me to my Glock so I can get strapper
And I be with that white boy, f*cking with that Casper
Laughter, cause I can play around and shout you n*ggas down
Lawnmower with that semi, cut you n*ggas down, buck you n*ggas down
"Who you be with??" Talk about about me, when you see me it's the remix!
I said I'm fly as f*ck, get that purple, light it up
Think it's sweet then try your luck. Need a murder? Hire us
Shooters, they always on deck. Just waitn' to fire up
Send them at you n*ggas, they gon' listen like I'm wired up
Tell that ho to get a grip, "b*tch go pick them pliers up"
Catch me in an SRT, coolin burn them tires up
We banging that Flamerz 3, shut 'em down and light 'em up
I hear you n*ggas got that work, we call ya phone and line you up
Cash rules everything around me, and near me
Tell them hoes I don't do singles, they can share me
I don't wanna talk or do business if you scary
Lil n*ggas shoulda never watched Tom and Jerry (rat!)
Break a brick down, cop a whip, get my jewels up
Pay a couple bills, lay low, and then a crew cut
Catch me in the vip popping bottles with my tool tucked
Hating ass n*ggas make me sick, f*ck my mood up
Swagger on a million, billion, trillion
Somewhere on an island like Gillagen
Wrist wear, lookin' like it's made from Jack & Jill and 'em
Whole band bust down, big rocks, killin em
My city I'm bigger than the mayor is
Ask the streets, say I'm everything I say I'm is
I went to jail, came back like A.I. did
And put my city on the map real rap! (Mr. Philadelphia)