Bought her baby Gucci strollers (strollers) Switch it up and I went global (global) Can't play around, I had to grow up (grow up) Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (glo-up) These niggas cap and that shit blow up My dawg rappin', hope he blow up I need

I ain't tryin' to hang with you (oh oh oh) I can tell you dangerous (oh oh oh) Shit just ain't the same with you (oh oh oh) I can tell you dangerous (yeah yeah yeah) Yeah, come on I know you too well Check myself, I don't need you But it's getting late,

French inhale, I like the way you french inhale Do it again You don’t gotta sell it, 'cause its already sold And you don’t gotta roll one 'cause its already rolled Check out my technique, just weed let it fold Shit I’ve been smokin’ since I was 14 years

Come on and think about it Babe uh, yeah! Girl, you my only one though aight, haha You my baby, fuck all that shit You're the one for me Check it out.

Who why'all talkin to man? Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches In other niggaz cribs Thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggaz respect it, check it

Take a look around the world Don't tell your man what you don't do right Not tell him all the things that make you cry But check yourself for your own shit / shame And don't be making love like it's always You see such bad things happening There are many

(Click clack, get back, 'fore you niggas feel that) Yeah, yo, check it Turn me up a little bit, on the mic I flip shit for gang-bang niggas I talk shit for insane niggas

Really heavy shit Ion't gotta check the balance It keep adding up Count it (hoe) Count it (bitch) Really gettin' hard to count it (hoe) Blue bands in my luggage Wrist is bluebell with the ice hoe (ice hoe)

When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do And I do my

Uh, mic check 1-2 (Go get 'em) Listen close, nigga, yeah Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit Eatin' emcees for breakfast, bitch Since I was born to