Lames

No more smiles to compile

Running miles, running tired

I ride to the sky, gettin' high

Thinking why

This time, I'm question what the fuck is inside

Gun in my hand no joke, I slide

I'm letting you know

I'm coming for each and every single sign

Of every snake that keep my name rollin' off her lip

I gives a bitch what she deserve

Nasty flow, serve it to her cold

Cross my path you gone feel the blow

'Cause I been nice to a bitch, no more

Let them know I'm up

They Don't like me, they gone respect me

These bitches mad I came to kill so best lookout for me

Ain't nun to fuck with

Runnin' this shit you cannot touch it

Go ahead dismiss me

Never lived by no fuckin' opinion

I ain't no dick rider

I'm finna show love to genuine people

Thinking I'm feeble minded, let this 9 milla take its toll

I'm on a roll

Got gangsta hits

Kickin' back, roll it up then reload the clips

Betta duck, try not get hit

All black fit

Mask and shit

Going hard on the mic

I'm the fury in a fight

Get into it I just might

Let me know that we on sight

So you putas realize

And you bustas recognize

Every day, aye

Let 'em know, they

In trouble, get you some

Sneak dissin' in the chats

But in person they all lack

In the back of the 'lac

In the back of the mag'

What you pussies finna do

Got my vato, point at you

In the real life, it ain't you

The persona that you drew

Coolin' songs but you ain't cool

Ima busta-killin fool

All the enemies, I chew up

Bitches they running, they screwed up

Coming up mad 'cause they choose to

Sleep on the game

Putas is tame

What it would take to lay y'all up in a casket