Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, nigga, fuck you Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should've trusted

All of my hate cannot be found I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming So you can try to tear me down Beat me to the ground I will see you screaming Why are you trying to make fun of me? You think it's funny? What the fuck you think it's doing

Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane On a choppa rant I think I'm 'bout to lose it man In the trap still countin' change Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame What’s Gucci my nigga? What’s Louis my killa? I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep

Bars, bars, bars, 16 bars I don’t know You take the deuce of that yellow then drink it I be like, “Damn, boy what is you thinking?" When I hit Henn' bitch fuck it, I’m swinging

And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry about now? Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came from You think I'ma call all the way and get

I’ve come undone I think I’ll kill everyone My, what have I done? Fuck it let’s kill everyone Don’t even try to take this weapon from me I like you more and more the lesser you breathe Imma take you all down Imma take you all out I'm sayin' fuck the

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

Who brings it to you Who's your uncle? Detroit to Texas Texas to LA Brooklyn to the bayou Across the southern plains So what makes you think I give a fuck about you Who bring's it to you

Now I'm not really one for drinking songs but Don't wanna think about you right now Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh 'Cause if I did, it would be damn bad And I'd show up at your house I was screaming at your door Saying "what the fuck is wrong with you?" I thought

I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House OG kush diet, OG kush diet My partna just died, my partna just died Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck Come to the bank, come through like Brinks Fuck what you think, fuck what you think