Lyrics

Hold up wait grown man shit, the kinda talk y'all ain't understanding. I been paying bills since y'all been buying candy with the money that you got from your Mama or your Granny.

Nigga got roots, we could be family. But bitch made niggas can't stand me. So you niggas huff puff and rap so tough so much probably got a couple Grammys. Nigga Keep it real, you ain't never cocked the hammy.

Probably spent a couple nights at the most in the slammy and soon as you home to your motherfucken mammy, she gone tap your little fanny and put you in your jammies.

So. Show us that pink get poked. Open that mouth get choked. True. Man see the difference tween me and you is I have you want, I will you won't ever.

Lame like a cripple bet you two to one you couldn't walk in my shoes nigga make that triple. You're a small fish shark food if you jump in our pool the water wouldn't ripple.

Here to ball to the point I double dribble I ain't worried bout a whistle. I'm above every car superficial.
I don't really mean to dismiss you, but your issue is your issue. Till you tell a nigga.

Throw that salt till the wind make it hit you. would've sworn it bitch under that umbrella, with you hating not a good look, but it sure seemed to fit you get your shuffled up. If I gotta deal with you.

Nigga better cut or we gone play them how its delt fuck around and have to swim through Michael Phelps,
Nigga such a beast, quiet as kept only time I get beat is when I pound on my chest.

Niggas hate me to the very last breath while they six feet. I'm a eat till it ain't nothing left. Young with a pocket so vet, I could take a broke bitch, fix her up to a white collar setting.

Kick it so hard I'm Tekken. Buttons in a car I'm teching. Protect it with a tech. young cashing grandpa checks what you expect. Ape Shit. Till you tell a nigga.