[Verse]
On God
Bitch don't even know my name, she think imma get her a Prada bag
I told her I could do it, I got a cuban, we make a lot of cash
I'm smooth when I manoeuvre, how I do it, it was kinda fast
Isometric through the section with that stick, come through and line his ass
I understand you got a Glock but we got choppers like Bin Laden had
You'd think it's groceries in this bitch cause brodie sell a lot of bags
He pulled it out the oven, it's kinda hot like a lasagna slab
Your bitch really dirt, on God, she just got a lotta ass
Black Louie belt, cuz kick shit like karate class
Left residue on the counter, fuck around and make my momma mad
A gut shot'll leave your whole stomach all kinds of bad
You can't shit right, you need a nurse to change all kinda bags
Cuz copped a Hellcat but he don't even drive it fast
You been fucked up since I knew you, go ahead with your lyin' ass
You been searching high and low, been tryin to find yo lil hidin' ass
Type of nigga that wanna drop a dime when I'm slidin past
My cousin shot a nigga and then asked "Where the hoes at?"
He can't hustle for shit, I fronted him once, he fucked up the whole slab
That nigga know how to rob, he went out and brought a whole Loewe bag
I only talk my real life, other niggas be so cap
I line you up and take your ass down, it's a known fact
This chopper hit yo face, no way you gettin your dome back
Nigga bought a cheap ass watch, cost a Scatpack
Cuz did 5, came home, still eatin Jack Mac
I really played the [?], fuck a rap check
Niggas hit my line for the feature, I send my CashApp
Send auntie to the store with 20 bucks like "Bring my cash back"
Drop 20 bowls off at cuz house and told him "Bag that"
Micro ARP sound like bombs over Baghdad
Unk ask for one on the arm, I let him have that
I jump up out that car broad day, and let 'em have that
My name is my name, play with it and I turn to Mad Max
Glock come out my draws close range, it'll blow yo ass back
He turned his back and then he got hit, from head to asscrack
Made auntie wait 5 more minutes cause this the last batch
This rap shit cool, but I really got rich from glass slabs, on God
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