From the barbershops to the hair salons (Yeah)
My name stay on your head
I’ma catch hypothermia dawg
Let that sink in
Hahaha, suckers
Read the headlines, b#tch #ss n#gg# it’s bedtime
My n#gg# fresh home, he on swole from doin’ that fed time
Got the big ol’ BG from my stomach to my chest
Bought my b#tch some brand new silicone, double D, big breast
Enterprise around my neck, goin’ live for my respect
Ain’t a life that I won’t spare, they goin’ wild about my hair
She in her feelings, I don’t care, I’m a player (So what b#tch?)
Why these marks talkin’ down on a gangster? (Punk #ss n#gg#)
I seen them blue lights, thought about my two strikes (f#ck)
Jumped out and run, ’cause I can’t do life (Hahaha)
Lil’ voice in my head sayin’ “Kill ’em” (Kill ’em, kill ’em, kill ’em)
Lil’ voice in my head demandin’ millions (Money, money, money)
6 AM I was in my drawers, runnin’ from the law, duckin’ the dawgs
On this mic I don’t say sh#t that’s false
Sheets, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons across the country talkin’ about me
Ayy, when you talk about me, talk about top three
Ayy, I tell no lies, on and off of that beat
Ayy, my n#gg#s yell “Cuz”, but your mama ain’t my auntie
Ayy, some my n#gg#s yell “Blood”, but for all my n#gg#s I bleed
Woke up in the mornin’ with a vendetta
I need to go vegan, I gotta get bread up
f#ck that lil’ n#gg#, I’m stackin’ my n#gg#s
Don’t meet random b#tches it might be a setup
Real n#gg#s don’t fall for the get-up
I get up early, your b#tch make the bed up
Even if I let her beef, and if you let us
Don’t give a f#ck if I was keto-dietin’
Give us a reason, my people is riotin’
I try to keep peace, but they tryin’ it
Must be a lease, ’cause we is not buyin’ it
I’m talkin’ ’bout all of that sh#t you been sellin’
You n#gg#s put gas in a Tesla
f#ck all that talkin’ ’bout who you think next up
Four fingers, bought a West &
Six, five, T-8 street, yeah, n#gg#, right off of Weston
Real Hunger Games in my section be the hungriest
A n#gg# hunger off some boney sh#t
Cody Macc on that lonely sh#t
In my own lane, movin’ forty-six
Takin’ my time, movin’ at my own pace
Yeah, n#gg# I’m in my own race, b#tch
6 AM I was in my drawers, runnin’ from the law, duckin’ the dawgs
On this mic I don’t say sh#t that’s false
Sheets, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons across the country talkin’ about me
Yeah, look, REASON speakin’, so your girl is movin’
Wait, p#ss# killer, I deserve the rumors
Lived through my pain and put my verses through it
And put the words into it
Look at this top sh#t
If there’s hoes in it, I goes in it, for sure wit it
p#ss# cold, I done froze in it
Tell her “Bring a friend, we can both get it”, wait
Came up Eastside n#gg#
All those texts, I don’t respond, n#gg#
Pull a bad b#tch in a Nissan, n#gg#
We get to arguin’ off lips sh#t
Like Eastside, I’m too high, three high
I smoke, she drive, livin’ like I got three lives
f#ckin’ like I got three wives
My eyes, swear they be recline
I like my women in whips form, all of my wh#res be V sign
Let’s rewind, it’s pressure baby sh#t
She next to a cold n#gg#, her soul liftin’
My money talk, these hoes listen
Wait, I only f#ck gold diggers
Hit it from the side, I pose hitters
Scream out to the neighbors
Be the women that got her a n#gg#
‘Cause miss it one time, it might all be taken
Money I’m chasin’, race
6 AM I was in my drawers, runnin’ from the law, duckin’ the dawgs
On this mic I don’t say sh#t that’s false
Sheets, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons across the country talkin’ about m
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