[Intro]
Hah
N***a say he want that
I can't, yeah
Bitch
Yeah
Look

[Verse]
Six Ward Savage hit my line, so let's lock in
Beat a n***a ass, then stomped him out in my Top Tens
Just bought a six of purp from my uncle, it was not thin
My ex won a case for 80K, but she is not rich
Fucked my girl's sister, I ain't gon' lie, I am not shit
I got the keys to this rap game, bitch, I'm a locksmith
My new bitch ain't got no ass at all, but my pop thick
The feds tried to crack down on the gang, but they ain't stop shit
I be pourin' drank in the club, bae, I don't pop Cris'
Doggy tried to take the soft over, boy, you is not Chris
Young n***a tried to steal my sauce, boy, you is not it
I hit his girl twice, then hand that bitch to the block list
Bitch, now I'm back focused
K shell hit him in his chest, it left his back open
Left the weed alone for a minute, but now I'm back smokin'
Ghost brought that new AR out and left the back on it
Told girly get off my dick, but she hopped back on it
Break it down, hit the dog twice, then put my tax on it
Took this shit to Daisy Lane, had Los put his stamp on it
Came back to the Six with them bands and did my dance on it
New bitch actin' insecure 'cause all her friends want me
Fucked that bitch off an RP, got her prayin' for me
Scratched off in the RT, that bitch had Ram on it
Bro bought a plain jane AP and bust the band on it
Ho, I got a drank habit
Sip all my lean out a glass, boy, I hate plastic
Dog had ten pints of green, he think he Saint Patrick
I just talk my shit on these beats, boy, I hate rappin'
Bro caught a body last summer in a Bape jacket
'Bows in like, like A Lee hands, them bitches stay ashy
Uncle Craig, he a Chaldean, so he don't pay taxes
In the game like EA Sports, but I don't play Madden