Intro

Lyrics

[Intro] Hah Nigga say he want that I can't, yeah Bitch Yeah Look [Verse] Six Ward Savage hit my line, so let's lock in Beat a nigga ass, then stomped him out in my Top Tens Just bought a six of purp from my uncle, it was not thin My ex won a case for 80K, but she is not rich Fucked my girl's sister, I ain't gon' lie, I am not shit I got the keys to this rap game, bitch, I'm a locksmith My new bitch ain't got no ass at all, but my pop thick The feds tried to crack down on the gang, but they ain't stop shit I be pourin' drank in the club, bae, I don't pop Cris' Doggy tried to take the soft over, boy, you is not Chris Young nigga tried to steal my sauce, boy, you is not it I hit his girl twice, then hand that bitch to the block list Bitch, now I'm back focused K shell hit him in his chest, it left his back open Left the weed alone for a minute, but now I'm back smokin' Ghost brought that new AR out and left the back on it Told girly get off my dick, but she hopped back on it Break it down, hit the dog twice, then put my tax on it Took this shit to Daisy Lane, had Los put his stamp on it Came back to the Six with them bands and did my dance on it New bitch actin' insecure 'cause all her friends want me Fucked that bitch off an RP, got her prayin' for me Scratched off in the RT, that bitch had Ram on it Bro bought a plain jane AP and bust the band on it Ho, I got a drank habit Sip all my lean out a glass, boy, I hate plastic Dog had ten pints of green, he think he Saint Patrick I just talk my shit on these beats, boy, I hate rappin' Bro caught a body last summer in a Bape jacket 'Bows in like, like A Lee hands, them bitches stay ashy Uncle Craig, he a Chaldean, so he don't pay taxes In the game like EA Sports, but I don't play Madden