You don't have to call 'Cause I'ma be alright tonight It's okay girl True playa fo' real, ask my nigga Pharrell uh You were my girl Thought the world of you Gonna boogie tonight 'Cause I'm honestly too young of a guy To stay home

'Cause a ho gonna be a ho A nigga gonna be a nigga No matter what the fuck you think Got cash in my escrow, never gonna let it go (Hell mothfuckin no!) (Hell mothfuckin no!) M-O double B I don't know why they want to trouble me Is it because they bitch

Niggas know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to You can run your mouth, I don't care But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is

Where my dogs at? One two one two, come through run through Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do Some do, those that know are real quiet Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the

Y'all niggas better not be coming around me with that fugazi no more, you know? Got that thang for your ass, you know? (I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna I'm gonna have to leave you) A Vet stylin' at Met Gala, tuna salad from La Scala

Niggas won't creep these streets with me 'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be Make you wanna, then I'm gonna 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop (nigga) 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop I look through the

Yeah yeah yeah Hold the fuck up We gonna take this little intermission to listen To what the fuck I got to say, you know I been doing this shit for years: Holding heat, selling Using, abusing all kinds of drugs; Robbing niggas, running up in niggas'

Today, today, today I don't know you I just got into your shit today Lookin like a million dollar lick today Yeah, but you niggas ain't takin' shit today All this ice up on my wrist, I might get sick today Yeah, today is gonna be a good day Damn, Goose!

'Cause everyday we oughta have pesos This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll Gun cock Gun shot, gonna lick a boy Gun clock Gun shot, gone a little boy I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping Tell my nigga split the bitch and we

Bow, nigga, bow From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work Tell me how it's gonna be Yeah, uh-huh All year long bruh, stuck up in my zone all by my lonesome Pay the role my dues, I brought my own funds When it's time to war I brought my own guns