Lyrics
Get out da streets
I wish I could
Get plenty money
He wish he could
Smoking Os of weed
Yeah dat A plus
Blue triple digits im chasing
93 octane im facing
Kicks im copping by the cases
My lady got cash ass and class
Nun basic
Malcolm X reincarnated you Niggas
Gotta face it
I swear they sum roaches
I raid em
I swear the hate so outrageous
My nigga been beat them
Murder cases
Trails and Tribulations we
Was facing
Small thang to A gaint 4real
Diamonds in ny grill
Gaint shit it is
Yeen hometeam reckon ween On Teams
Giing hard on a hater
Ian doing no mo favors
Hit da gas see you later
Snake skin
Alligator
On my feet and on my ass
Shitty Sharpe and im styling
Riding foreign wit a stallion
Wrist wet like an Island
While im scoring dey be fouling
Chef cheeto he be wildin
Smoking dope while you
they black and milding
So many haters in this word
That wanna see me fall
So many haters in this word
That wanna see me fall
I have no love for you Haters
Mothafuk all of yall
I have no love for you Haters
Mothafuk all of yall
40 glock I keep it cocked
Right by my Hanes draws
40 glock I keep it cocked
Right by my Hanes draws
Disrespected guaranteed
A body fall
Dont flash yo funds
Around the scums
They dressing flashly
But they bombs
Plotting on yo stash
And da bomb
Roll up the loud
Pour up the lean
I need my medicine
So many enemies
Planning my destruction