(Cloudy Beatz) Yeah
Young
Run thatLook, let me kick some shit
Nigga better get his bitch, she on demon time
She came with that pay, now she tryna suck up me and mines
Can′t leave the gun at home, cuz I'm needin′ mine
Turn a lil nigga 27, with these three 9's
Pop a nigga in his head, I'm tryna see his mind
My team versus yours, you ain′t seein′ mine
You a bum, and you ain't never gon be shit
Me and my niggas plugged in, USB stick
Wit all the plays I set up, I could get a ring
How the fuck you walked on Gucci and didn′t buy a thing
That's another 12 hunnit when my phone ring
I been doggin′ this bitch for years, she can't get a ring
Brand new custo, nigga looking like Justin Bieber
10 ball on me, I′m still eating at Little Caesars
Look a bitch in her eyes and tell her, I don't need her
Might not put this on a tape, this a lil teaser
Kay turn a beater to a bra when it lift you up
Shoot'chu in the leg, drop the gun then beat′chu up
I just called yo girl over, just to beat it up
Cut into a bitch like... you gon strip or what?
Yea, hella disrespectful
But let a nigga put a hand on me, and my bitch will stretch you
Totin′ something on my hip, that'll make yo week end
Turnin′ up everyday, you waiting on the weekend
Bro threw me a play, and I caught it like Odell
You funny ass nigga like Lil Rell
You gettin' hype off a grand, that′s yo only sale?
If I was living yo life, I'll kill myself!
Doing scams on the net, tryna bill myself
Tryna start beef with us? Better kill yourself!
You could have all the guns and still wouldn′t help
You wouldn't slide on ice-skates, keep it real with yo self
Why the fuck you show up if you ain't holding money
My racks standing up tall... you still folding money???
I drop some money on his head, that′s dumb pack
Once I put the hit out, it′s out, aint no coming back
I'm putting pressure on niggas like fake Louie′s
Strap with the extra clip, bout to make a movie
I could make a bitch do something like Lil Boosie
She didn't wanna fuck, seen the racks, now she wanna do me
