He said some in public, I got in his DM and made him apologize

I can’t tell you what I had told him for real, my shit be monetized

Lil’ bro want that fast shit, when he go to Six Flags, he don’t get on rides

I be with the niggas who take the rapper’s shit and make ’em buy it back

I done charged a ball player a thousand dollar line just to say he drinking Act’

Half the niggas who rap that be in the ‘Raq don’t even be in the ‘Raq

One of the opps lil’ fast that you can tell his ass used to run laps

I can merch on all my kids, lil’ boy, you ain’t make a gun clap

You can’t tell me shit, evеn though wе cool, I can’t tell him give yo’ gun back

I can’t send no monеy on my namе ’cause lil’ bro a killer, he killed his gump ass

I don’t even know if the feds tryna set me up ’cause you woofin’ with yo’ lil’ gump ass

Ain’t no killer said that they seen’t you kill, yo’ lil’ ass just a stunt man

You know brodie got shot in his arm, that micro mini get shot with one hand

I ain’t gon’ say he gon’ miss his target ’cause he up too close to miss his one man

I just did it just ’cause I fuck with ’em, I’ll air one before Jumpman

How you gon’ tell a nigga, don’t fuck with another nigga and you ain’t done shit?

How you gon’ tell a nigga he safe when he in yo’ city? You ain’t even the gunman

How you gon’ tell the killer you can’t send him none ’cause you bought a bitch a lil’ something?

You know that money be different, they come to your building to kill you and the doorman

I was a Jeezy fan, but I was seein’ red, ain’t build me a snowman

You put a switch on a new Glock, bet the lil’ bitch’ll start jammin’

I don’t even got to pay a nigga to do none, I got killers, all my friends

Name the top five bitches out right now, I had ass all in my hand

I ain’t gon’ say the name right now, it’s a possibility you they man

That’s on Pluto grave, lil’ bitch, yo’ bitch ass ain’t gettin’ in that van

How you gon’ wipe my ass when you see me? When yo’ lil’ bitch ass wipe the stand

I know he was a real killer ’cause I seen ’em do it, he ain’t even wipe off his hand

I ain’t ever see you do nothin’, I ain’t ever see you shoot shit up

I ain’t ever hear you say nothin’, but I heard you told dude, “Get up”

If you post in the hood, we gon’ get up wit’ you
If you post, you gotta show, we gon’ get up wit’ you

Man, the nigga I love’ll get hit up wit’ you
See, Boona a bug, he gon’ up wit’ you

See, I pay ’em just not to get rid of niggas
Talkin’ ’bout the ones with Twitter fingers

Bro body came straight from a misdemeanor
How he put on that switch? You a pistol cleaner

Keep your mouth closed, you won’t get subpoenaed
Feds watch FaceTime wit’ a lip reader

You know Varney, he the one with the tooth missin’
You know shorty gon’ leave your roof missin’

Why the fuck you gon’ ride wit’ a new nigga?
I done mixed my Tris with a root beer

Fuck Wock’ ’cause it make me take two shits
She be suckin’ my dick at Ruth’s Chris
Can’t tell me what you did ’cause you ain’t do shit