Letras
Imma come through trim every time
Business stand on that
I start going up they try to nerf me
But I can't be patched
He be posting guns he never shot
That nigga never smacked
All he gotta do is speak on Madd
That's a brand new fucking hat
I was OT looking for a pint
Oh my God it ain't no Tech
Got a thousand for a line of Act
Like Keith u got me sweating
Hitting some fine shit
She look like Keisha off of belly
If you passed on me before
Don't double back bitch I'm not Nelly
How you ask for pape before I fuck
Like lil bitch what the helly
I done got inside my bag
She think she finna get a Kelly
She got a brand new BBL
I smack her ass that shit like jelly
Talking to my dawg
He on the phone like he finna pack his celly
We on all the mirrors
We gone see yo whip soon as you trail it
Put my lil twin on a drill
You better smack you better not sell it
I'm a real clapper I might just take your shoes if you not stepping
If you claiming opps you never spint
On God I can't respect ya
Every opp get hit
Every block get bent
Every drop get spint
He been posting notes on his IG
We asked em what he meant
I'm the type go up and troll the opps
I'm some like fifty cent
I'm the one come through loading them Glocks
And loading them boxes with smackers and shit
Them folks already know it wasn't me
If they didn't flip ya shit
This shit finna cost you a arm and a leg
I had to take me a risk
They wondering how he done popped up dead
All he did was diss
These lil niggas really my sons
I put belt to shit
Imma come through trim every time
Business stand on that
I start going up they try to nerf me