SIG

I understand you bitch

Can't say the same for my pistol.

Big grain sing

It's a snitch mid-conviction.

Six out the sig.

Is his hitman.

Listen

Since 16 we spit with ease.

Full brick of the tree in a goddamn week

Tell the kids look away.

I am not stan lee.

I am not no hero.

Simply doing this for me,

And my team still on their own two feet.

Ride G

Brought my bitch and only two seats.

Ooopsie

Crush his clique like a loose leaf.

'Scuse me

Gotta toss 'em where they should be.

What's he doin'?

Set this bitch off, Boosie.

Fifth hit the bitch

Lit legit

Loopy

How I roll

1, 2, 3

Tootsie

Girl on the center of the two-liter Subie,

G get you a new groupie.

No way to live, but I'm addicted bitch.

Your fame came, went now hits don't pay the rent.

If you could call them that, you see you spit like shit.

You tryna waltz to the top no conviction.

Meanwhile, this why I'm hot no convection.

Shawty looks sweet like confection.

Say she want a wardrobe, and a dresser.

Paper cartridge

Could supress ya.

Boutta paint the starship like

"Sorpresa."

Could be black, green, yellow, or red huh.

Get up on the track hear me yellin' from the bedroom

Sound like I hijacked, max headroom.

Remember they called me eye jacks

Now they get it hmm.

Tell me do you hear me?

I don't know the real me.