Ima call this bitch SpaceJam

Prices high yeah they jump out the gym
You smoking mid you ain’t touching the rim
Young n***a eating I know that I’m slim
Get so much work done I feel like Lil Kim
I keep my nine on me like it’s my wallet
Reach for my pockets I go for my pockets
I’m in the front like the driver and pilot
Yeah that bitch fine but she got a little mileage
King of the city on this shit I’m modest
Don’t want a bad bitch I need me a goddess
I took my flow got it tailored and polished
I graduated ain’t stepped in a college
Ya potna a pussy he diss on the net
See me in pеrson like we nevеr met
He say that it’s up then it’s up that’s a bet
I did some shit I should probably regret
Bitch I been winning they know I’m a threat
Throw up the west like I throw up a set
Smoking on Welches I’m high as a jet
Reply to you dry but she over here wet
Linked up with Iso and Long now it’s on
I call an iso bitch I’m in my zone
I ran my racks up do not hit my phone
Free all my n***as I hope they come home
Linked up with Knight but I trap in the day
Endzone gun on my hip and I’m safe
Since you disrespect me, behind my back
When I see you this gun in ya face
Told 12 fuck that 15 on that case
Cause I’m tryna smoke that Lil boy broad day
I’m in the streets in the streets where I stay
Catch a opp, ima hop out and send him away
Used to hop on the plane with the pounds in my luggage
I took a L tryna ship through the mail
Life come with losses and life come with lessons (L’s)
Once I get my blessing I’m giving em hell
Bring the plug 30 racks I get like 20 P’s
Selling that gas like I work at the Shell
Just know I’m coming home, know I’m not sitting long
If they give me a bond in jail
One thing about me you know I don’t follow
Act broke but ima get to the dollar
I ‘member back then them hoes turned me down
They gone be mad when I get a Mulatto
Fuck a bitch once then I pass her and roll her
One thing about me can’t save her can’t hold her
Tryna come back cause I pop like I soda
She love when I hit from the front and I choke her

They thought it was over forgot ima soldier
Knowing that money stack up like a folder
Smoke a 3.5 in the morning like Folgers
She say I’m distant she wanna get closer
I say I’m different I’m tryna get closure
Stallion like Megan I tell her bend over
I put my city right over my shoulders
Made me a name now I’m popping like soda
I’m in the hood I ain’t moved yet
And I’m still winning I ain’t lose yet
2 bad bitches I can’t choose yet
I ain’t showed the thick one my moves yet
Keep a P when fucking with me that’s all I can ask
Looking for me it’s easy to see I’m all in my bag
Linked up with Long but they come up short
Feeling like Kobe when I’m on the court
Run up the score no matter the sport
When we get alert, these n***as abort