[Intro]
Enrgy Beats
Open the fuck up
2019 flow
Bitch
Young Sak Runner

[Verse]
He got kicked out his hood 'cause he scammed Flint ('Cause he scammed)
Chopstick smackdown 'cause it slam shit ('Cause it slam)
Like a fuckin' Ram truck, I ram shit (I ram shit)
I see that lil ass fuckin' money, that's yo' man's shit
Out in LA buyin' bow's with Scam 'nem
Hold on bring that card back, you ain't scan them
You can have a hunnid guns, you ain't scarin' them
My n***as having fun, swipin' cards out in Maryland
I got so many fuckin' shoes, I ain't wearin' em
If I'm in love with the bitch, I ain't sharin' her
I'm a petty ass n***a, pourin' green in a Fanta
Comin' to yo city with that bag like I'm Santa
Aight, my white bitch drive for me, name Amanda
I got a lot of lit fans out in Canada
If he diss me in a song then we bannin' em
You wanna start some rap beef? I'm comin' for yo manager
You wanna make some money? Drive these bow's to Alabama
I know a white n***a, get money, Adam Sandler
He got a off brand clip, it's a jammer
You know I hang with drug dealers and the scammers
Okay, you wanna talk down? I'ma fan 'em
Don't put his ass in no fuckin' wood, pour him in a Fanta
If this was fuckin' Dipset, bitch I'm Santana
I'll beat a n***a ass, Def Jam Vendetta
Bitch, I'm damn near runnin' out of breathe, I can't rap no more
You let a n***a take yo strap, don't got strap no more
Bet a thousand to my thousand, I can't fuck your ho
I'm shootin' dice with these n***as, I just tuck and roll
I'm tryna fuck her from the back, make her touch her toes
Red beam on the Glock, I could touch yo nose
I could press a button right now, we'll up the score
Sittin' here thinkin' to myself how to be up some more
She just ate my dick up like a lunchable
Oh you just got it in? I had it months ago
You be hanging round n***as for a blunt to smoke
I would chase your ass down, but I run too slow
They ain't even fuckin' with me with my 1-2 flow
I'll never ever cough a ran through ho
In high school you got fucked in a bando
Soon as you spend twenty then a band gone
In a car finna slide, turn a band on
Hot ass hell in the booth, turn a fan on
Please stop rappin' songs 'cause you sayin' it wrong