KYS

This a big ass gun make him shit himself

Seen my bank had funds so I'm splittin my wealth

In the gym work on her ass she outdid herself

You hate on everything you mad you need to kill yourself

Won't sell my soul nine out of a ten times yeah they sell

I sin so much I'll probably still see all them niggas in hell

No competition my eyes cause I'm better then them

I go up my fans send me letters like they stan and I'm EM

I understand why they mad cause I'm stamped and I'm in

My bitch got class and hella ass oh man where do I begin

See niggas copy what mig do oh man when do that shit end

I'll probably never meet my idols but I don't need new friends

I took too much please check my vitals I ain't tryna get sent

Okay

Pass me a ten pass me a thirty or can you lend me ten bands

Next week It prolly be thirty I swear to god on my mans

You steal from me then you're dirty

We cuttin off all your hands

Play with my gang It ain't purty

We might just chop off ya head

Yeah yeah oh yeah

This a big ass gun make him shit himself

Seen my bank had funds so I'm splittin my wealth

In the gym work on her ass she outdid herself

You hate on everything you mad you need to kill yourself

Won't sell my soul nine out of a ten times yeah they sell

I sin so much I'll probably still see all them niggas in hell

I sin so much I'll probably still see all them niggas in hell

I sin so much I'll probably still see all them niggas in hell

Yeah bitch