Style Rare

(She told me she ain't got no)

You know my style rare

You will not see this on nobody

She think I'm dumb as hell

She told me she ain't got no bodies

I'm focused on clientele

Hoping that they don't tell nobody

Cause it ain't hard to find me

My style rare

Can't do no complaining

I been stacking that paper daily

Making plans with a bad ass bitch

Fin take me another vacation

Nigga sliding inna fast ass whip

Praying that I don't crash

And end it today

Just knock onna door of the trap

What you looking for?

The pills, za, lean, or the yaye

And I'm still smoking weed everyday

Got them wondering how I'm functioning

Don't worry its gone be okay

Everything that happens gone be meant

Talking crazy got him relocated

Go find that block and get it bent

I came a long way from selling grams and eighths

Yea Yea

You know my style rare

You will not see this on nobody

She think I'm dumb as hell

She told me she ain't got no bodies

I'm focused on clientele

Hoping that they don't tell nobody

Cause it ain't hard to find me

My style rare

She see the vision

She want me with her

Why you go missing?

I think we could've been love (could've been something)

Let her roll the za when she wan mix drugs up

And I did it just because

My style rare

Fluctuated mind frame

Got up out the box

Did it my way

Bitch I'm onna block

Doing my thing

I know you can see me pouring up

I'm chilling with some niggas with 2 much pain

You try 1 thing

They'll send you up

Plus I ain't have to get jumped into no gang

Just for em' to slide and come pull up on you

Im rare!