[Intro] Yo, yo you good? Everything about JPEG's I like Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1] All of my babies is hacked All my month, acting brand Pretty thot make me put the cash in the mattress I'ma be sendin' them nothing (Ooh) Straight slut whippin' flash Niggas can tell that you frontin', down for that Every episode, I'm sick and I feel so digusted Piss drunk, thinking 'bout how niggas jealous of me when I loved (Mhm) Niggas ain't loyal at the function Ink dry, crackers took the whole pint, gave you a fraction Cut it out, snort it out, pistol tote if you play with my passion It's a whole new world but it looks like my map loaded first y'all lagging, huh White writers wanna pay me, except you can't handle the facts that I'm rapping Unbelievable, young jury stacking Don't nobody wan' play with me, back up Fuck your playlist, I do what I want now Made a speed EP instead of bustdown
[Verse 2] Forty-five and it came with three holes in the trigger, the new ones got butterflies on 'em now I think I am a killer, came back from Kuwait and these niggas is looking like targets now I ain't sippin' no liquor tonight 'cause that court book got me feeling broken like Hardy now And you niggas ain't niggas, you just became niggas 'cause niggas is making a profit now (Fake ass nigga) White boy scared of the Peg and pride but postin' they black squares now When you see me, better say it with your chest and you better have a vest, I don't waste rounds (Yeah) Give a fuck about a check, give a fuck about respect If the SIG jam, come close, lay your body down 702, all I want is a sound Armor, give 'em some lyricism (Ayy) Twin kimbers, Prince and his blouse Lost world when I'm back in the town Stainless, I brought the raptors out Bloodhounds, baby trackin' him down Closer away niggas fearin' it now (Ha), yeah
[Verse 3] Alright, last chance, enemies end up on last dance Spinnin' that pussy, go back in, back out Eating ass, feel like Pacman Rich and been a black Batman Industry don't wanna back him It's alright though, still successful, government still wanna back me All guns still registered, mm-hmm Hipster niggas, so regular, up in Williamsburg, lookin' hella dumb (Fact) I used to try to be nice to 'em, now I just know that they jealous of me Faded all of my DMs (Yeah), apologize then delete 'em Crackers threaten not to cover me Whole staff white, ain't no colorin' Must be a cab night, Eric Sundermann Ayayay, Andy Cohen, just smotherin' women You threaten my money, I'm snatchin' your spirit That's why I feel nothing for none of you bitches Leaders is rapists, rest of y'all suspicious That liberal arts degree really ain't hitting Fuck a time then hit the commie to do dishes Your boss is a rapist, what did I do? I missed it Black, beautiful, and damn, I'm gifted You being white just got you that position You not with the shit, you not good at business You vague with your threats, I'm direct with my pistolTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
