Lyrics
I can't even sleep, I've been having bad dreams
I been seeing Freddy Krueger, man
I told my young hoe step it up
She gotta do the same thing for me that my cougar can
No hesitation if a nigga run up on me
I ain't playing, I'ma shoot his ass
Barrel extra long, where the ruler at?
Cut them niggas off 'fore they do you bad
Get the clip, load up, never ever fold up, now it's time to go up
Pussy nigga you a hoe bro
When four cars roll up, you gon' have to show us
50 for the watch, 50 for the whip, 50 for the hitman too
Put a fitted on your head little boy
Now I show you what a hitman do
I sell hundred fast watch me get it back
I might fuck that pussy but won't kiss her ass
Gave a couple bands to the trigger man
Told him kill 'em all, time to get 'em back
Put him on a shirt, make 'em miss his ass
I don't do transaction with no middle man
All these Percocets, I'm on the med life
Took a couple L's but yeah, my head high
Had to focus on my future get my bread right
Smoking all the time to keep my head high
Spending all this money when I feel like it
I didn't cut her off because she still like me
I didn't fuck her friend 'cause they real trifling
You will never find another nigga like me
I made everybody rich, why they hate me?
I paid all my dues no late fees
You might like it like that if I do it like this
Do it on a headstand, do it on a dick
Baby make a ice cream, banana split
Baby make it snap pop, 808 hit
No condoning fuck shit, we don't do the lip
Trap spot building, we just run out of ziplocks
I don't do the back and forth, I'ma let the clip talk
G.O.D the only thing that scare me, I don't feel y'all
I won't take a man from a worker, I'm a big boss
I don't like a hoe that do too much, it get my dick soft
I ain't with the back and forth, R.I.P to Kriss Kross
Lil' freaky bitch, she playing with herself, she tryna get off