Letras
Yeah, man, fuck all that—, ayy, come on
Yeah, I'm 'bout to talk my shit, man, fuck all that rappin' shit
I'm 'bout to really give it to 'em
The real life, come on, man
What's happenin' with these so-called gangsters pullin' social stunts?
Niggas steady postin' stuff, hollerin'
'Bout smoke like the folks or somethin'
I was a shawty sippin' Robitussin, me and lil' Troy
Way before I ever met Rene McLean, I was playin' with A&Rs
Nigga wanted to be like Rajon Rondo
Go to college, play for the Tigers
Me and lil' brodie in thе Striker on the amphetamines and Oxycontins
I'll buy a nigga a body and throw him
Еxtra if they fuck 'round, tap his noggin
My lil' nigga don't wan' pick that pistol up, can't even sit beside me
Fallin' out with Shiesty 'cause a
Nigga had called me a gangster rapper
Ain't wan' be no gangster rapper, wanted
To make that music that make granny happy
Shit change on pistols, get to clappin'
Life a motherfuckin' Samuel Jackson
Real Tarantino film, but ain't no cut scene when I'm peepin' them
Nigga ain't work this hard to throw they life away
I'll fuck 'round, smoke a pipe or
Fuck a dyke 'fore I stay inside today
I said five winters, but I want these ho-ass niggas before the summer
I might go out like Young Thugger on a RICO with all my lil' brothers
Nigga maneuver through the jungle like
The butter knife through the butter
I popped four Adderalls last night
I'm 'bout to stay up 'til the sun up
In the field like niggas' parents, y'all call that nigga big homie
He be scorin' P's on the Bs, what the hellie? What the fuckie?
Pull up, bulletproof truckie
That nigga ain't big homie, he just big
That lil' dude y'all think a killer, I treat his pussy ass like a kid
Lock me in a cell, Chuck Liddell, put my hands on him
Drop them bands on him since niggas doin' freak shit for attention
What's happenin' with these so-called gangsters pullin' social stunts?
Niggas steady postin' stuff, hollerin'
'Bout smoke like the folks or somethin'
I was a shawty sippin' Robitussin, me and lil' Troy
Way before I ever met Renee McClain, I was playin' with A&Rs
Nigga wanted to be like Rajon Rondo
Go to college, play for the Tigers
Me and lil' brodie in the Striker on the amphetamines and Oxycontins
I'll buy a nigga a body and throw him
Extra if they fuck 'round, tap his noggin
My lil' nigga don't wan' pick that pistol up, can't even sit beside me
Get a nigga hit from a distance, I'm
Way in Carolina, standin' in the kitchen
Me and YYK fuckin' with that you know, you know
I'm hard in the paint like Antetokounmpo
I be fuckin' with that bass like Albert Pujols
I run in a nigga's safe like Rob Di Negro
Neighborhood hero, goin' out a martyr like Makaveli
I don't lack in traffic, you bitch-
Ass niggas just gon' have to catch me
This shit goin' up in any second, nigga, what you reppin'?
Throw your hood up, where you growed up
Where your granny stay, nigga, where you get your cold cups
I don't want no smoke with no nigga who
Made me gon' have to fry fish for him
'Fore I do that, I'll fuck a project ho with a stanky fish odor
We could hit 'bout it like Lil Yachty, nigga
This shit gettin' colder than Minnesota
My lil' dog been medicatin' for the woah, pourin' purple in that soda