They like nigga you ain't living right
I know I'm dead wrong
He got long live
All up in his bio
But they dead and gone
I swear I love my bitch wit all my heart
But we don't Get along
I heard you let them Niggas do you bad
No you can't get a song
You know I got that pistol on my side
I hope yo Head on
We aiming for yo shoulders and above
Like Why that vest on
I remember fuckin bitches in the mall
Was In the restroom
Summer time
Was gettin kinda hot
Like take the dress off
In a fight
You the type to WWE a nigga
Rip him up when I see em
We gon R.I.P. a nigga
Wit this Glock
I'm like a single mom
No ion need a Nigga
He Claim outside is where he B
But Ion never C the nigga
They like how he know the demons
Nigga I Be tweaking wit em
Oh you know keisha and her friend
Yeah me and T was freakin with em
Oh that's yo blood brother
We gon make sure
That you bleeding wit em
My nigga Always keep a Kim K
Got me thinkin yeezy with em
My other brother keep a drake
Like cash money weezy wit em
You see him Everytime
And nothing happen
How you beefing wit em
Everybody gotta eat
Naw Ion fuck wit greedy niggas
In the club I'm only there to rap my song
No Ion speak to niggas
Had to skip a extra line to let you know
That Ion Talk to niggas
I can skip run or even jog
But I'll walk on niggas
Ima Treat them people like a plan
Cause I'll plot on niggas
I Be tryna show my soft side
But I'll Dog them bitches
Fuck around and pass her to my next mans
Ion hog my bitches
She the same as every bitch I had before
But the top was different
Like cash Kidd
I got sucked for 10 minutes
And my socks was missing
They like nigga you ain't living right
I know I'm dead wrong
He got long live
All up in his bio
But they dead and gone
I swear I love my bitch wit all my heart
But we don't Get along
I heard you let them Niggas do you bad
No you can't get a song
You know I got that pistol on my side
I hope yo Head on
We aiming for yo shoulders and above
Like Why that vest on
I remember fuckin bitches in the mall
Was In the restroom
Summer time
Was gettin kinda hot
Like take the dress off
In a fight
You the type to WWE a nigga
Rip him up when I see em
We gon R.I.P. a nigga
Wit this Glock
I'm like a single mom
No ion need a Nigga
He Claim outside is where he B
But Ion never C the nigga
Bitch i got a FN
I ain't finna do no wrestling
Fuck 12, i won't even let my kid watch Peppa Pig
We got extensions on the blick
We tryna aim it at your wig
I can't put no cuffs on a bitch
I'll let her choose and let her pick
Niggas really rats, niggas Mick
Let off 7 shots out the desert eagle Mike Vick
I was taught you better shoot yo shot until you hear it click
And if it's wack you gotta make that pass
Cause we don't want no bricks
(Uh, aye)
All i gotta do is give lil brody high five he gon get em hit
Out west im tryna get back to the crib but i can't take the bridge
No vest, for all that capping on the net they tryna take yo lid
Ion even wanna fuck but you can taste my kids
Ima have to finish em, they play me like a punk
I'm tryna see a M
Keep a steel, and the pounds still around
But this ain't no gym
Baby K on my side when i ride like i hang with Kim