Yaaa, Mayesvillian pussy
I keep that heat on me
But I try to keep it cool with niggas
But they done cross me so damn much
Don't know what to do with niggas
And I ain't vibin with the fake I swear I'm thru with niggas
And you can't blind me with the hate tryna confuse a nigga
And if they spin nobody die it probably wasn't me
I'm in these streets so tell me why it ain't no love for me
If you don't fwm then why you be discussing me
Yea they discussing me but ain't nobody touching me
That shit ain't nothing to talk about
You know it's up with me
And I'm my own shooter don't need no nigga to bust for me
I run the streets until I'm tired I get no fuckin sleep
Ima light yo block up with that fire the devil fwm
Before I put that bullet in ya ima tell ya rest in peace
And if they ever get to me
I tell em keep it in the streets
I swear this shit been gettin deep
And sometimes I can barely speak
My trigger finger gettin weak
My heart just start to skip a beat
And you'll think I'm on quarantine
Cause I can't let you close to me
Cause you was like a bro to me
This ain't what it's supposed to be
Sometimes I gotta sit back and just think
Was these the goals for me
Like I don't really fuck round with this fame
Like why you notice me
Like when I'm walking in the mall
And bitches wanna take a pic
Remember way before it all
When they wouldn't even play my shit
And everywhere I take the glick
It's with me when I take a shit
I gave that hoe the dopest dick
I damn near thought I laced the bitch
I damn near thought I laced the bitch
Why they be on that hatin shit
No I ain't even made it yet
Yo bitch say I'm her favorite
These bitches be illiterate
I'm drippin sauce she feelin me
I gave yo hoe the dopest dick
She callin saying she missing me
No need to get no feelings in
I'm really just a businessman
Just tryna stack my dividends
Know me and Lo gone get it in
This 30 stick got plenty in
Hustle hard know I get it in
Niggas flaw and I don't need a friend
Put my trust in all my kins
And you know ima keep it player
And I ain't gone lie I knew how to count fo' I could spell
Before I trust a bitch I put my trust up in my scale
Don't know who really love ya swear that shit just hard to tell
Say they want you to win but they just praying that you fail
Lul mama got that water
I ain't puttin on no gel
My nigga cross the water
Free my nigga from the jail
They got him in the slammer
Got my nigga in a cell
You know I keep that hammer
And my clip be full of nails