Fashion shit check, cashing shit check I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check Rap shit check, foreign shit check Realest nigga in it, already know Got trapper of the year 4 times in

IPhone go silent like I ain't need the stress Fuck that shit, you know I need the sex A lot of niggas in the game but I can not vouch for 'em Niggas ball, but is he ballin' for you? He your ex, I'm your ex too Shawty I never could talk shit you know I

This dick ain't free Fuck you, motherfucker, you a ho-ass nigga I don't know why you you trying to go big, nigga you you ain't shit Walking around like you you God's gift to Earth, nigga you you ain't shit You ain't even buy me no outfit for the fourth I need that

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

Pop it bitch Pop pop pop One two and the bitch came All these hoes know my damn name Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Walk up on this bitch

Take a shot for me, ooh A shot for me Take a shot for me I can see it in your eyes, you're angry Regret got shit on what you're feeling now Mad 'cause he ain't like me Oh you you mad 'cause nobody ever did it like me All the care I would take, all the love

Don't want you you in my bloodline, yuh Ain't no need to apologize, no But you you gon' have to let this shit go, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Love me, love me, baby Are you you down? Can you you let me know? Love me, thank you, leave me Put it down, then it's time to go

Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair When you you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't an option If I can f-ck

Hit me clown because I'm not from your town, now hit me clown Clown you you ain't shit, turn around got your face split Just too fucking little I'm just a fucking mental Throw your hate at me with all your might. Think hard. A tattooed body to hide who you