Run like a mile a minute
I rock exotic clothes
I fuck exotic clothes

Im going daor to door
Selling swag to n***as who broke

And til my chain froze
She blow my phone
I bet I change codes

I need my cabbage bitch
If I look better than that hoe why would I tag the bitch

I stay humble wit these hoes why would I bash the bitch
If I can’t bag the bitch

I just sit back and assume she got a life
She be on average shit (okay)

Im out here on my 21
My savage shit

Did a 360 with my paper boy
Im having shit
911 GT2 turbo
Not the average shit

Switch on , drop the clutch
Then lose some traction shit im gone

Grr

Grr

Rerock
N***as say the same shit with that Tone talk (210)
Just stop
We don’t smoke no dodi bitch we smoking za (PHEWWW)

Who’d a thought
I’d a be at the top
They reaching for my spot

Who’d a thought
That I’d a be the one
These niggga be my sons (ninos)

N***a fell of
And he went a cuffed a local hoe (local bitch)
She got dick from me, dick from kidd, den dick from Pluto (Sensational)

Label project flopped
So he jus put the bread in homes (realtor)

U can’t walk around the city
We in yo front door

N***as think that they got motion
They can’t break 100 views

Used to be my N***a
Now I’m
Damn n***a
Who u (bitch!)

N***as tweaking off the beans
Ain’t been popping since high school

Ain’t tryna do song witchu lil bro N***a
I’m cool

Thsse n***as on my dick
Needa step back and get ya bands up

These n***as on my dick
Need step back and pick ya mans up
Thsse n***as on my dick
Needa step back and get ya bands up

Thsse n***as on my dick
Needa step back and get some hoes

These n***as need hope

These n***as needa step up
And start packing out they shows

Where im from, if you talk shit
Fuck around and stole

These days n***as pussy
They run from it then grab the pole

And then claim that that fighting shit get old

N***a you weak

We ain't fighting no moe

We ain't fighting no moe

We ain't fighting no moe

We ain't fighting no moe

We ain't fighting no moe