COME TO MY SECTION

I'm finna smoke out these niggas I'm calling Jehovah if I need a witness
My chopper don't jam I'm aiming ain't missing
Love for the mobbing the rob we poor
Love me right now for they snatch out my soul
Ain't holding no grudges I'm letting go

Big things big links bustards
Got your homie laying in a casket
Never argue with a has been nah motherfucker that's a past tense
Never gon drop my standard
Shout out to B block what's Hannan
Nigga thought I was capping I broke his ass like a Kit Kat
Man I been rapping and homies done told me that I brought the real back
Its HATER the Monster
Fuck face don't forget that

Come to my section
Where metal tucked in a sweatpants
The rekere be snapping
Hitting a pop
I'm
Not krapping
Come with your left man
Come to the wesh ends
Oh that's why you left him
Spray in your direction

I move in my own pase in my own lane
Less traffic no speed limit
Hustling paper chasin
Green on my pants I'm Peter Griffin

I tell 'em all move away
Till the nigga feel the distance
These bitches all up in my zone
They juss itching for attention

These rappers I kill em all
I eat em up like a biscuit
As nigga mixing
Ain't no telling what I'm sipping

I keep on minding my business
As I put my focus on a mission
Got us feeling like Spartans
All my niggas standing in position