Lyrics

[Verse] Pussio run off with the pack, think he did something So pussy, run off with the pack and he still running They know you're laying low but them hittas just stay hunting You will never see this shit coming, the way we coming I ain't never seen nobody run off the way you're running Sent you OT for my money and made you someone These people talk birds and packs but they never flown none I don't like niggas or bitches, don't like no one People gonna throw dirt on my name right till God comes Same God that took me through the wars and we nevеr lost one I'ma buy a joint in the burbs, fuck what the cost is Niggas mad, I'm staying out thе way, this is how a boss lives Fuck this rap shit, I let 'em think that my time was up Then I pop up on that new Nines joint and light shit up They better use that same analogy I pop up to your baby shower with a joint and spray up your families You don't see me with them man and I ain't linking these hoes They just fake fucking with me 'cause they think I might blow Might have seen 'em back then but nowadays I don't run with them He used to play for the streets, now he plays for the government The streets fuck with me heavy, I don't need a deal Even the trolls coming to my page to keep it real Catch me with it on the block 'cause I don't think I'm special Niggas hate me 'cause my raps are straight disrespectful Yeah, my nigga caught a body and didn't go to court So we don't never speak his name, he's like Voldemort I've got birds right now, he's just a has-been shotter In the kitchen, I used more magic than Harry Potter I'm the coldest with the flows, I make this shit sound easy Your favourite rapper, next to me, I make his shit sound medi Street shit's like insurance, rap might not happen If the label give me a mill then I might stop trapping Till then, I'ma make it do what it do Handle my ones and twos, I'm on my P's and Q's You see people move funny when you're making some money They ain't watched BMF, they ain't like Jason and Sully My OG's doing life, gonna be home in a second I'ma blow before they land and that's what we all reckon Drop a new freestyle every week, I'm just prepping Simple, white Air Ones, white tee how I'm stepping White powder in the kitchen, you can tell I've been whipping The streets think of me when they're sipping Henny, it's different Anytime I took a L, I just re'd up more I got packs crossing the border like they're fleeing the war All my trappers in the streets just running up funds These little dickheads in my inbox just running their gums I find creative ways to make these little pricks pipe down "Who you rather be with?" Make me ask your bitch right now I just keep to myself, I don't want no meddles You keep speaking on my name, it's you that thinks I'm special