Yeah i knew i was the sh#t when i first put that rollie on my wrist
Hoes on my dick, i did donuts in the 6
In the brand new whip and then i sold all my piff
Then i copped some more ammo and i copped some more clips
You f#ck with me lil n#gg#, ‘hunnid shots if you diss
Hundred dollar bills on your head and they crisp
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2021, i’ma make you b#tches sick
I call my young shooters, they gone come and do the hit
Lil p#ss# n#gg# make a wish, ‘cause we gone light you like a candle
Leave yo body in a ditch lil n#gg#, my trigger finger itching
Lil n#gg#, my middle finger big ‘cause i ain’t never gave a f#ck about a n#gg# or a b#tch
And i just drunk a whole fifth, look at my trunk a whole brick
I got a pole for a n#gg# but i’m not going fishing
I got a btich she go and strip, she will f#ck you if your rich
I be f#cking with the bloods, i be f#cking with the crips
Yeah he was talking tough until i bust him in his sh#t
His whole squad went to jail, yeah it must have been a snitch
Your a snake, he went to jail and now you lusting for his b#tch
Thought that n#gg# was your dog until that n#gg# got you hit
2021, i’ma make you b#tches sick
I call my young shooters, they gone come and do the hit
I got a b#tch, she out the 9, i got a b#tch, she out the 6
I did some sh#t up in the street a n#gg# never can’t forget
New gold-digging b#tch, she watching everything i spend
Keep that attitude up hoe and you’ll never get a cent
One of my earrings b#tch is the same price as your rent
If i take both of them off, b#tch i could buy an old #ss benz
This n#gg# car ain’t worth sh#t, but he got some cold-ass rims
In the summertime he the type of n#gg# wearing some old #ss timbs
You gotta get some sh#t off your chest, n#gg# don’t hold that in
Don’t bite your tongue for no n#gg#, we supposed to be men
Just don’t disrespect me lil n#gg#, ‘cause i’ma have to come spin
I’m knocking on your door with the pump, you gone have to let me in
I can’t perform my show with no gun, you gone have to let me in
-outisde the show with two glocks, he like get me in
New attachments on the glock, like a home-cooked meal it’s guaranteed to hit the spot
Took my chance with a bop and she left me out to rot
So i don’t trust hoes, they undercover like a cop
I been focused on these knots, been too lazy to stop
I’m what you n#gg#s not, a big stepper, f#ck a posse
Chopper sound like rod wave, don’t be around when that rod waves
Or you gone tell god hey, you faker than your cosplay
Don’t bring that b#llsh#t my way
2021 i’ma make you b#tches sick
Brand new weapon, still will take a n#gg# blick
Otf till the end, all i want is free dip
This that trap funk-rock, f#ck hold it down for the 6
2021, i’ma make you b#tches sick
I call my young shooters, they gone come and do the hit
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