[Intro]
(That Global, huh?)
Yeah
Huh

[Chorus]
Name an artist, at thirteen I had my weapon on me
Only thing I fear is God and n***as telling on me
You really think, bitch who worried ‘bout a n***a stepping on me?
Size thirteen shoe, man these n***as wouldn’t even step on my feet
I know I trip, I’m really blessed
Know you left, go get your rest
Still feel like this shit ain’t right, been thinking ‘bout you since you left
I owe D, I don’t owe a n***a shit
Lil’ n***a, I owe me, how you gon’ pop it on me?

[Verse 1]
This bitch been sucking my dick so long, prolly swallow her teeth
Okay, go fuck her after me, them boys ain’t fucking with me
Streets got the best of me, that’s why I gotta clutch in my sleep
I’m fuckin’ this thick bitch from the backsidе while I’m clutchin’ nher cheeks
Jack and Jill n***a, she call mе “Brother”
But I feel bad for whoever her n***as is ‘cause we be fucking
I hope she don’t try to act funny on me all a sudden
‘Cause I’ma go and fuck her friend, bitch better have my second son
Real street n***a, I can’t leave the house without my gun
The lighter shit, I turned ‘em up and we don’t even politic, I’m proud of jit
If she walk in the room and we don’t talk, then I prolly hit
Ice on me, this shit hittin’ for sure, it don’t prolly hit
Ah-ha, I need pancakes, if I jump out this car
Ah-ha, I needed grip so I decide to fuck this bitch without socks
I know how it feel to get evicted
I went bought my shoes straight out the church, ho’ these hoes fuckin’ Christian’s
I play my position
If I go broke today, I love my plug but he gotta get it
Two hundred shots went off that day, you think we really missed him?
And it’s forever love my opps but I still kinda miss ‘em
[Chorus]
Name an artist, at thirteen I had my weapon on me
Only thing I fear is God and n***as telling on me
You really think, bitch who worried ‘bout a n***a stepping on me?
Size thirteen shoe, man these n***as wouldn’t even step on my feet
I know I trip, I’m really blessed
Know you left, go get your rest
Still feel like this shit ain’t right, been thinking ‘bout you since you left
I owe D, I don’t owe a n***a shit
Lil n***a, I owe me, how you gon’ pop it on me?

[Verse 2]
[?] I been walkin’ on beats
I know this sweet as hell n***a, like tell me, why would I creep?
I like BBL bitches, talkin’ ‘bout big booty freaks
FN, 9 millimeter, free Flap and free Lil’ D
Boy don’t come outside, these n***as smoked
I don’t ever be in my feelings ‘bout her, I just fill her throat
You really think I’m out her killin’ ‘bout a bitch who ain’t my ho?
The only thing I’m killin’ is this bitch back, then I’ll be gone (Yeah)
I hope you don’t think I’m silly, really, you know I love the spinach
I hope you don’t think I’m chili, n***a, I’m tryna sauce a n***a
I ran up a milli’ in a milli’, I’m like what a feeling
Don’t tell me you sorry that you dissed me, n***a, get it spinnin’

[Chorus]
Name an artist, at thirteen I had my weapon on me
Only thing I fear is God and n***as telling on me
You really think, bitch who worried ‘bout a n***a stepping on me?
Size thirteen shoe, man these n***as wouldn’t even step on my feet
I know I trip, I’m really blessed
Know you left, go get your rest
Still feel like this shit ain’t right, been thinking ‘bout you since you left
I owe D, I don’t owe a n***a shit
Lil n***a, I owe me, how you gon’ pop it on me?