Lyrics:
uhm uhm uhm
Mad bitch
Uhm uhm uhm uhm uhm
Mad bitch
I just came from Popeyes
Told em I don't want nothing else but a drum
Trying to load up a 100 clip
on em swagger dagger too sharp I stab on em
Anybody in the party wanna get outta they body pull the cannon buck buck then dab on em
Hate me much as you
easily show you it
They call me a maverick
Yea home boy, I'm a savage
They call me a maverick
Yea home boy, I'm a savage
I tell em do not get in my way
Some think they close to seeing me
Tell em they close to Stevie
You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here
We don't believe ya.
Double MG'er, we put
of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Ask around, niggas know me
I'm a Euro boy, Ginóbili
I been so gone, I like redbones
My type
better, cuz I'm baking everyday
Unaffected by the hate,You a lame and you late
Its a shame, its a shame, Ha I'm still getting paid
If we beef like Soulja
up in them,
Tell them run me out they pockets before I hit you in your stem
Get up in the mix, we leave em' dead behind
Me and bro, we solid, we
Don't tell me what I can't do
Just take a look at what I can do
See I can have em all attached
To my songs and latch
Right on like my verses tattoos
chill
Don't nobody touch him 'cause Imma get ill
The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill
And this time I shoot to kill
Just like a sucker you took the bait
lane switch
I just get to the bag
My foot on the gas
You been rapping for years Kwon be patient
I see you in the back
Tell'em to relax
Cuz drama coming
like gold medals
Never will I quit
Swear to god
I’ll never settle
We gone show em
Why the fuck
These boys in trouble
Cuz death is inevitable
You get
pretentious
When I look back, I might be mad that I gave this attention
Yeah, but it's weighin' heavy on my conscience
Yeah, and fuck, you left The Boy no
much pain that I start to laugh
I'm making moves, got all of 'em mad
I'm living fast, I hope I don't crash
Foot on the gas, speed through the trenches
I stay calm when that trouble be round me
And got the drive like I pull up in Ferri
Apologize I don't never tell'em sorry
And when they ask who can
said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take
won't get a penny, no
(Boy, if you don't get-)
Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you (bring 'em all witcha)
Bitch do I look stupid
I heard she a friend of yo friend
So I'm like how you doing
She fucking for the image
Don't it get confusing
You can see pain
singin' off key, get 'em off me
We on north streets for the money, niggas hit up Wall Street
Had them boys ringin' the bell
Ain't no Libra, but my scale
Drive by with the bros, I'm knockin' doors like a Jeep Wrangler
Shawty let me tell you somethin', I don't play, I ain't the one
You ain't gotta let me
reck'
Even though I knew he had a Mac 10, know I gave a fuck
And stuck the TEC out the window ready to let loose
Get some gin and juice and then tell
Jealousy in ya eyes (That's what it is boy)
Envy in ya eyes (That's what it is boy)
The label that's on the rise
Tell 'em the name, Chamillitary
Keep up motherfucker don't fall behind
Pick up hup too nigga double time
Get up hop to it nigga rise and grind
Ride and shine work to eat
Time is money
Yea, man we came from the bottom
Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!
Man these women treat you different when you popping
Well I ain't
catch them by themself outside
No they don't know what to do
It's that uptown slinger been all through the ringer
Anybody judging me they get the middle
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