FALSE

Now what you heard about me is false

I really got the Glock in my draws

I Go and Shoot a bitch and then paint the walls, damn I be the evil Bob Ross

Oh they be lurking yeah, they be stalking, till I hang em like they a stocking

Go and point the gun at your socket, notha hunnid bands in my pocket yeah yeah

Tripping out yo motherfucking mind

Oh your think that's yours? nah bitch that mine

45 on the side, watch the front, it gon shine

For a second like damn what happened oh bruh you died yuh

Always keep the piece on me and the peace on me from GOD

I'm a sinner I know I'm so sorry, need to think for a second please don't call me, damn

Where's yo mind, where's yo, where's yo mind?

Like answer bruh, don't hide

I got that fye, said I got that fye

Don't fuck around and die yuh

Getting my money and then I'm making it rain

Getting paid, motherfucka, what can I say

Why this dude bringing up my fucking name

You a poor lil boy, better get out of my face

I chose my path

You chose the way of the hero

And they found you amusing for a while

But the one thing they love more than a hero

Is to see a hero fail

Yeah, like, bitch, I'm bashing

Lil pussies with my motherfuckin hatchet

My bitch, she ratchet

Go and tell her kill and put you in a casket

You ain't bout no action, that's real

You getting out if you play in my field

Look at this bitch, he stay in his feels

Brotha so soft, he wouldn't go kill

I got his bands, took his shit all on my own don't need no helping hands

Hunnid grand

Make it fall, I do my money dance

Now I think damn, really be the biggest steppa known to man

I got that UGH on me

I will go shoot if you really wanna talk about my fam, bitch