Lyrics

[Squeeks] I used to sell green for the tenners a pop Started robbin' shotters whether they were ready or not Ya nigga 36 and couldn't get me a box Before coke with the nation I was selling the rock I got views up on the youtube Saying I'm that new dude Splashed on a S3, coulda bought 2 coupes Mum said I'm going mad Son you got them loose screws Nigga keep a tre eight When they in that deuce deuce If my right hand squeeze You'll burn your wig Keep 32 rounds in a dirty clip Fuck where you're from I got a certain strip I'll be whippin' up powder till it turn to brick Jugie in the kitchen show me how to bake cakes Street sweeper got me feeling like I'm Kay Slay Getting on my A game Rappin' and I maintain Undercover coppers wanna call me by my stage name Charlie man you got me on this Cypher shit Plain Jane with the rollie drop some ice in it I set fire to the booth, bring a fire kit When I got my mask I be on my Mike Myers shit I do my job, feeling like the terminator From I knew how to make money I been a money maker 99 problems I don't need a fucking favour I got these bitches on my dick They can suck me later I'm like fuck a hater And your baby dad I'ma buck a hater I was chillin' with this cat she was on me major Gave the bitch the quick dagger now I'm linking Jada Busy getting paper easy boys up in the building Niggas know that I kill it Been rappin' for a minute ain't no pressure nigga I grew up and I run it Niggas know that I got it Seen so much white I could change the weather nigga