[Verse 1]

Shit gettin real, shit gettin wild
Found out its money on my head now
But these n***as pussy, they can't do the job
Get yo money back bitch, cause I'm still alive
Boy I won't stop
Can't stop
My shoota locked up, these n***as think its safe now
Bitch it's trap season, I can't spend nothing on you
Get caught, I don't say shit like I need money
Let me tell you bout these fuck n***as...
CAN'T!
I don't fuck wit n***as
Run off with my shit young fuck n***a
Pump make a n***a catch 12
Andrew Luck n***a
Can't chill witchu, I don't trust n***as
Can't talk, can't hang, can't smoke witchu
Stuck up, don't give a fuck
I ain't no fuck n***a
Ain't talkin bout fuckin
Can't fuck witchu
Bitch if I fall off, ima bounce back
I got killas everywhere
8 mile to southwest
You brought some new Louie's
I brought that loud pack
Cop 6 grams, cut it up
Bring a thousand back
Walk into the trap, feins showin up
In the spot, no heat
It be cold as fuck
Young n***a on it
Young n***as know what up
Kill a young n***a quick
No throwing up

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I'm about to be on some real murder shit Ace
I'm telling you man, any n***a that ever looked at me wrong, owes me money, or ever said any jealous bullshit about me is fucking dead!
You understand what the fuck I'm saying Ace? They're fuckin dead man!
I don't give a fuck about nothing man!

[Outro]

Man I hate n***as
Stay away from n***as
If you need white girl bake a cake wit n***as