If you in my city shit get wicked
That's why I don't leave the fucking house without my blickey
Niggas end up dead yeah bitch they end up missing
Have a shootout at the fucking mall man you tripping
I know this is off topic
I was broke I was shopping at hot topic
Now a nigga got some cheese
I might fly out to the tropics
If you want it bae you got it
I don't really need the price
If I like it then I cop it yeah
That's some real shit
Niggas really crazy they'll drop your lo for weed
It ain't happen to me and if it did I'd make them bleed
Some of my niggas throwing Bs
Some of my niggas throwing Cs
I know heartless felons
That'll shoot you in your fuckin knees
From the two one six nigga yeah that be the zone
I ain't get no handouts bitch I did it on my own
Shoutout all my niggas
Because we did it on our own
Heard some niggas switched up
So why the fuck you call my phone
If you in my city shit get wicked
That's why I don't leave the fucking house without my blickey
Niggas end up dead yeah bitch they end up missing
Have a shootout at the fucking mall man you tripping
If you in my city shit get wicked
That's why I don't leave the fucking house without my blickey
Niggas end up dead yeah bitch they end up missing
Have a shootout at the fucking mall man you tripping
Niggas been tripping that's word to vacations
My shoe double knotted you won't see me fall
I used to kick it I came from the bottom
The dirt to stage now I dunk with the ball
Run up we flip them I hit up Dmoney
He scores when he blazes them I'm making the call
Watch how I'm dripping I'm bringing a lake in
I see it I cop it I shop at the mall
You niggas pussy like lions and cheetahs
I bring the smoke from the fire and heater
I pray to God and my sire is Jesus
Give me the mission I try to complete
I spin her round like a tire and beat it
Take off my pants she climbs on my penis
I get that paper like flyers I need it
I been that nigga since I was a fetus
My diamonds changing the climate and season
I'm cold as the winter when I rap on the beat
I make it snow when I'm just trying to speak
I don't even ball if I shoot it's a three
Money around me it's all that I see
I need my bank account tall as a tree
Now I got richer they're calling on me
Niggas been talking but following week they
Duck the smoke evading all the conflict
Must've known you'd wake up into hospice
Suck it slow don't play little bitch quit talking
Fuck her throat she faced it and she vomit
Just the dough I'm making all the profit
Mustard with the mayo on my toppings
Scuff up my new Fazos I been walking
Clutch up on the Draco get it popping
If you in my city shit get wicked
That's why I don't leave the fucking house without my blickey
Niggas end up dead yeah bitch they end up missing
Have a shootout at the fucking mall man you tripping
If you in my city shit get wicked
That's why I don't leave the fucking house without my blickey
Niggas end up dead yeah bitch they end up missing
Have a shootout at the fucking mall man you tripping