I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me Callin' up your uncle's place Shit's all over the place I don't

So fuck y'all niggas Buck y'all niggas Ain't no way you can touch my niggas Try my nigga Die my nigga All y'all niggas, my gats spittin' Is it real like niggas claimin', "stay to this" Let me answer that question while I'm aiming this

You don't want problems, I promise, man Set it off on my right I said liquor all in my breath Bitches all in my sight I said real niggas trying to fuck Fuck niggas wanna fight I said gun shots into the air But I ain't scared for my life

Straight outta Southside Crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million doller bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangster But really ain't tho I'ma stormy night, you a rainbow I'ma G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro

All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando We the first ones that came up with the bando Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for I’m bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors Same

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

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

I been living fast, fast, fast, fast Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad My

Man, I'm on some shit right now I'm on some, some, some rich nigga shit Some millionaire shit 'Cause lot you niggas is pussy All you niggas is broke I know these niggas is not really doin' what they pretendin' be Suck my dick, bitch I don't really care