[Verse]
Run up on me then you catchin' a funeral
I scratch it off, write it in Roman numerals
I fucked that bitch in the back and I swear that I never loved her, I just want to hit her
I fucked that bitch and I'm hitting her sister
Run up on me, you get spinned like a twister
Told you before I don't fuck with these n***as
I got my hand on my, hand on my trigger
I'ma go get 'em, she on my dick hoppin', I'm callin' her Tigger
I tell her, "Go figure"
She suck through the Tommy's, I'm talkin Hilfiger
Tommy on me, I ain't talking Hilfiger
That bitch a gun
Run up on me, I got heat like the Sun
Count up to two cause I am not the one, uh
Better locked up, Akon
All my other n***as, they gone
R.I.P to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh
That's just how it is
I'm in the bank, makin' it flip, talkin' that shit
I hit yo' bitch just like a lick
I'm with the shits, I pass the rock
Ain't no assist, bitch on my cock
Run up on me then you get shot
I feel like Bishop, I got the Juice, back when the cut, callin' it Pac, yeah
I'm in the cut with the nina
I'm wettin' it up like this shit Aquafina
You run up on me then I'm servin' 'em bullets like tennis balls, n***a ain't talkin' Serena
All of my n***as get money for real
I do money for shows, I cash out on arenas
I take yo' bitch, fuck her, send to the cleaners
Run up on me then I'm killin', I swear that my hand on my nina
Don't want no smoke
All of these n***as ain't nothin' but jokes
Run up on me like a... like a Facebook post, lil' n***a, you poked, uh
I'm a rich n***a, you broke, uh
Must be a pimp, you a ho', yeah
Run up on me, let's go
Pah, pah, pah, choppa on go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm finna catch myself, yeah, uh
Breath in and out, I had to catch my breath
Now I'ma spaz' on they ass
I leave 'em leakin' on maxi pads
Hotter than a n***a in New York with a bag full of clothes tryna catch a taxi cab
Run up on a n***a, that choppa blast
Told you I cannot do battle rap
Fuck ass n***a tryna battle that
Shaquille O'Neal, rim rattle that
N***as, they snitch, they tattle that, uh
Send that shit back, uh, damn
You must be dope, bitch I'm crack, yeah, damn
Damn, a couple of grams, to be exact, yeah
Shit I'm young, rich and black, yeah, yeah
So you know they hatin' that
I'm finna spaz' on they ass and you know it
You run up on me then I'm shootin', it's over
I got a way with words, they call me a poet, damn
Run up on me then I'm soaking
That .40 on me and you know that it's blowin', you know that I'm totin'
Yo' bitch is a ho' and you know that shit goin', uh
I met that bitch on the low and I picked her up in a hot rod, we smokin', huh
Hotbox in the new whip with a new bitch, I don't even know her name, yeah
Run up on me, that's okay, got a AK on me, it's at your brain, yeah
I put my dick in yo' main, yeah
I just may go snatch yo' chains, yeah
Bring it back
I sell that shit to the gang, hm
I sell that shit to the gang, uh
Run up, I may snatch yo' chain, uh
I sell that shit to the gang
Can't you n***as see the difference?
Every day I'm on a different shit
I'm just tryna keep my distance, yeah
I'm just tryna keep my distance, yeah
Fuck n***as can't get with it
Transform like I'm Witwicky
In a new car, boy I'm quick with it
With a white bitch and she still sniffing
From the shit I brought her last night
Jet lag from the last flight
Scuffed up the pair of black Mike's
That I bought when I was up in L.A
Switch it up kinda like a sex change, uh
.40 on my hip like a gun range, uh
Pull up on a n***a like "okay," huh
Man down bitch, no mayday, uh
Westwood, I think I can rap forever
I think I can rap forever, uh
No matter where I'm at, no matter the continent
I can probably rap wherever, uh
I can spit whatever
I'll prob' take a bitch, whatever
They setting plays for the kid, huh, they set the pick whenever
I'ma go in one more time
I drop that bitch like a dime
She fall in love with the words, uh
Then she fall in love with the lines, uh
It is a difference
It is a difference
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Fuck it, I'm just tryna catch a vibe