This shit a dice game
Well fuckboy
Yeah I'm on the roll
You be talking out your neck
When you became bold
I'm popping out at night
Fuckboy I aint talking Gladys
We pulling up 10 deep
Soon as you
Drop the addy
Dont fuck with me
You know I got
Some yungins that a crash out
Playing with my money
And my time Ima flash out
Lights off mask on creep silent
I'm Hanging with my brothers
You know them niggas violent
Im spending money nigga
I know Benjamin dizzy
We had to cut that nigga off for Exposing the bizness
You tryna be me ona low steady Hawking me lil bro
In secret competition
I could put you In the door
I got the rap game in a chokehold Nigga tap in
Everyday a busy day
Cause nigga I be Trapping
When It come to rapping boy
I'm nice like r6b
The way my life set
I ain't gon never need a job
I'll battle anybody man
Show me my opponent
If DeeDay send the beat
Then you know
I'm hopping on it
Cut lights off mask on
Creep silent
They steady speaking on me
But my money keep piling
Ayyeeeee
Who tryna fw some
Seatbelt with the iron
Tryna buckle Some
Nigga I got big bucks
All we do is tint trucks
Riding with la shawty
I'm just tryna get
My dick sucked
Nigga call me Steph Curry
Ima Shooter with the glock
The ruga for the opps and
The trans for the pop
Cut the lights off
Mask on creep silent
Call me Nick Cannon
I'm with niggas
Who be wildin
These niggas act like bitches
We gon call them Tyler Perry
I ain't talking lil Ceasers
All my bitches hot and ready
I need a bitch with some grip
J gloss On her lips
And I need a bad bitch
Who gon let my potnas flip
I need a bitch with some grip
J gloss On her lips
I ain't falling for these hoes
I ain't even tryna trip
Lets cut the
Lights off mask on
Creep silent
Rest King Dun
Rest In Peace to K Styling
Lights off mask on creep silent
Lights off
Make a nigga cut the lights off
Yeah
Turn the lights off
I guarantee you
See these diamonds
Fuck her then I pass her
I can't keep her I got options
Gucci Louis Fendi in my closet
I got options
M3 murder gang
Yeah we responsible
For that body
I make murder music
Dont show me nothing
But body bags
We had to do it to him
I'm in the trenches with gorillas
You was hoola hooping
I seen a brick when I was six
I Was so influenced
They doubted me
For forever and
I was feeling stupid
Caught him at the red light
Hit his bitch with that yeah
Thats that ack right
These niggas
Beefing bout bitches
I ain't never have that problem all My heathens they listen
Weigh the pounds
In the living room
We cooking
Coke in the kitchen
After that
I'm with the mayor
Talking About big business
You a hoe
Always doing that
In front them bitches
Out here in the kitchen
Tryna get it
We out here on a block
Living gritty
I'm living like a mobster
In the 60s
Turkey spaghetti
Like I'm in Itali
This glock with the switch
I ain't gon Miss with it
40 Shots gone in the 3rd of a second Damn
Lights off mask on creep silent
Turn the lights off
I guarantee you
See these diamonds
Lights off mask on creep silent
Creep silent
Lights off
Turn the lights off
Creep silent
Lights off mask on
Creep silent
LIGHTS OFF