Internet

Nigga broke, don't got no guap

Lil Jefe pop up out the cut, he got a fully loaded chop

This a ARP, go straight to jail, if I throw on a stock

If a pussy nigga front his move, I bet his ass get popped

Took the plug off for the dope, cause he don't got my drop

FMJs come out the Five-Seven, gon' make his body lock (Baow!)

We the ones who press these niggas, make them close up shop

These niggas flaggin' with that ratchet, I got one up top (Baow!)

These niggas flaggin' with that ratchet, don't know what they doin

Every time I pop out with that Ouuu, I'm tryna make a movie (Bop, Bop, Bop, Bop!)

I got my big man in the paint, Isaiah Stewart

Internet, nigga, stay your ass on the computer

I passed my big brother the blick, cause he a sharpshooter (Baow!)

I almost did it to that nigga, but I couldn't do it (Baow!)

Every day I'm posted up like I'm Rashard Lewis

Them crackers on my ass, I gotta watch how I maneuver

This shit gettin' bad, told Lil Jefe get his ass

I got thirty rounds, stuffed inside this fuckin' Vector mag

Nigga on the ground, the E.M.T comin' we stretched his ass

When you see the BMG, you see him where the steppers at

Nigga played the middle, so I played him to the left with that

Ran up a ten-piece and I ain't eat no breakfast yet

Nigga broke don't got no funds, ain't open up a checking yet

They playin' with my dawgs and I got corrections for that

And tell them fuck niggas that owe me, I'm tryna collect

I'm tellin' you, this shit get worse, you playin' with my check

Niggas don't fuck with me, I had they bitches droppin' neck

Salute or shoot me, I can't tolerate no disrespect