I got a text layin in the bed
Its to early to be fuckin with my head
She say youngboy why these people sayin you dead
I guess i am cuz i'm not worried bout that shit
Rolls Royce when i slide by you
Spent three hundred on a wide body
Hit a n***a with a rusty choppa
I'm with yo bitch now you know where to find her
Totin polls who want problems n***a
Smokin joes they ease my problem n***a
Youngyin dont got no soul but be watchin n***a
Don't got time for these hoes that's for them cocky n***as
Sixteen cameras around the house i'm on yo ass
Catch you poppin top bitch won't get no pass
Bitch i be little top i flash and beat yo ass
You ain't shit just mad play it like yo dad

Hoe don't try that shit cuz i be on it
Bring it to you in the morning
However you want it
Bro never puttin up with shit they all one dummy
They go to dumpin ain't no since of runnin
Spray round every time that it go down
These n***as go lay down
I don't fuck round n***a put that blunt down
Bitch put yo stunt down and get slapped down
Get treated low down n***a what you on now
I ain't wrong now it ain't bout no song now
Dont call my phone now
They say he ain't shit he a dead beat
Call me that and bitch you dead meat
He dont want no dealing knock yo red meat
Mother fuck yo feelings stop that texting
Back and forth and talkin wild i ain't on at all
They thank im mad but im just laughin that these hoes go fall
Better ask them hoes they know im throw and ill blow at yall
Better ask these n***as quick to kill em
Dont give no fuck bout no law