203 mph
Nah nigga we don't play fair
Brand new jays just came inna mail yea the pack touch down just gotta new pair
I'm the one wit the plan got bands in my hand
So im feeling like the man yea the man of the year
Or the man of the hour
Out in LA puffin on grade A boa you still smoke sour
Nah I'm feeling too clean ho saying I'm mean god damn so we fuck inna shower
Popped me a bean pull up to the scene knock niggas ass down like he da twin towers
Oooh yea that boy so disrespectful
Ran off Onna plug and I bought me a bessel
I feel like a robot I'm slanging that metal
We kill you on sight boy don't play wit the devil
I hang me a nigga
I'm cool by myself I ain't hanging wit niggas
Police snatch me up I'm not naming a nigga
I don't got the time to be hatin on niggas
You broke as a joke I'm not playin wit niggas
I was up at the college was taking from niggas
I hope put on cottage might bake me a nigga
Cook him
Buddy be actin so gangsta but I know a nigga who took him
Keep ma killer or two when I go to the club yea they on me like I'm Devin booker
We wit the suns
I feel like Nick cannon I play wit them drums
Watch who you play wit lil bitch im the one
These niggas they copy the shit I that I done
I come from the bottom the trenches the slums
These niggas bitches they sweeter than plums
Peaches
Bitches be hollin they rappin and cappin they fuck me and fonem for features
Yo bitch she be callin cause she see me ballin yo goof ass mad sittin up inna bleachers
One thing about me I'll go leave me a hoe and forget a bitch name like amnesia
lil bay was so damn fine she wastin my time like girlll I'll never need ya
Bitch ima dawg im not wit the bruhz
No alpha phi alpha we step inna club
Lil bitch she a delta she fuck me fa fun
My lil skiwi bitch bought me a gun
Ha ha hold on
Yea I'm rappin real fast nigga RIP Frozone
Bitch Im from the raq ion even got a coat on
Say he on my ass I told him bring the show on
Nah ain't a single soul that I fear
Say he a killa naw he drunk off the beer
I'm finna take off D Mitch caviler
Feel like I'm dame left them niggas inna rear
Tryna go AI need begetters in my ear
Ja Morant at the rim lil nigga be clear
Finna go g annis ima smoke him like a dear
Ball like James Harden now im growing out my beard
Remember back inna days I still got play
Them hoes been fuckin I got slick ways
Boa fuck a og heard he smoke free base
Go hard inna paint 06 D Wade
I let the whole choppa sang onna e way
We da Real Lynch mobb hang him on his bday
Hell nawl I can't change I won't be fake
Say that he want beef fat folks eat steak
Nah nigga we don't play fair
Brand new jays just came inna mail yea the pack touch down just gotta new pair
I'm the one wit the plan got bands in my hand
So im feeling like the man yea the man of the year
Or the man of the hour
Out in LA puffin on grade A boa you still smoke sour
Free my dawg out the state folks nem onna way, when the nigga come home a still sell powda
Scat pac race say a time and place do it onna highway nigga fuck rush hour
Lil bitch what it do now we onna west loop might get too drunk burn down trump towers
Yea I do the most get did like ghost if you ever play wit me respect my power
That young nigga legend he 10 plus 11 he act like he been here before
Remember in 2013 we was only 11 we used to go steal out the store
These niggas they wanna come be me but they can't een compete they be mad cause im fuckin they hoes
I done came up from the street now they wanna hate me man I used to whip dope onna stove
Gang