Conceited

I don't know what the fuck is up with gaming creators

You dumbass, let me tell you something

You dumbass niggas that created, you're fucking retards

Capcom, you're fucking retards, you dumbass niggas (hey)

Yo bitch in the spot, and she fuckin' she going

You a little goofy, you ain't even knowing

Bail out chase a nigga, where the fuck is you going

I just jumped out the car, and I kept on blowing

Two tone two three, and it's jumping like Jordan

Got a knot in my pocket, This shit is enormous

I'm fucking exotic bitches, and they gorgeous

You can't do what I do, cuz yo ass ain't a P

I'm to conceited, niggas ain't seeing me

Walk down, get up close, I ain't shooting from deep

I'll run in your house, never needed a key

Niggas playing both sides, and they spilling the tea

You cross that line, and you' paying the fee

You cross that line, and you' going six feet

You going to pay the penalty for mentioning P

Ima' walk up creep, put yo' ass on a tee

I'm with Kap & Ant, we throwing up P'zzz, you know they be my shortys

They stay with a 40, but I don't like 40s, so ima' shoot my nine

Fucking yo' babymomma all in her spine

You thought she was yours, but the lil bitch mines

She hittin' my phone, I'm pressin' decline

I don't got the patience, and don't got the time

I know that y'all see that lil Pop tryna' shine

Turn me up, turn me up, and don't turn me down

Rollin' weed, roll it up, do it by the pound

Fuck around hit your block with a hundred round

Get to buckin' a chop, niggas duckin' down

Silencer on the drac, won't make a sound

When I get to shoot, bodies gone touch the ground

And we ain't pushing peace, get the fuck around

Four-four bulldog you gone hear it growl