Yeah
Change
What you need me for
Pull up to the party with a white bitch and leave the whore
Shootin' at the house one time, they don't need no more
Hit his ass with the suppressor, what he bleedin' for
Tried to beat me in a board game, but I beat the board
I'ma be the first samurai who don't need a sword
I don't say hi to the nigga, I greet the door
I'ma get off on the nigga, what you meet me for
If you keep talkin' shit, I'm creepin' more
Said that nigga tweakin', then I'm tweakin' more
Run up in his shit, kill the nigga, I'ma reap some more
I'm still mad at the nigga, so I beat the corpse
Supercharge the Scat Pack, so I could shake the Jakes off
Other niggas on vacation, why I need the days off
Tell Moonk drop sixty like we hoopin' in the playoffs
You hard on the internet, then come around and play soft
I like my bitches hard headed, but her ass soft
We could go band for band, let's have a stack off
I just got a Scat Pack, fuck a Trackhawk
I be buyin' all this gas, you front your ass off
Bitches love me for the bag, tell' em back off
These niggas got me super mad, blow they cap off
You be fuckin' up the bag, your plug mad soft
I ain't go to prom nigga, I stacked the ten ball
I just got a couple people drop, made a checklist
You ain't ever seen a nigga flop, take his last breath
Caught that nigga walkin' down the block, blow his shit back
Said you got money on my head, come and spin that
Why you bring up that nigga name, that boy been dead
I wear a watch, not a ring, call me Ben 10
I keep a Glock with a beam like a lil' kid
You ain't ever seen what I seen, nigga been fed
Streams goin' up, every week I work my ass off
Buyin' so much clothes, I forgot to take the tag off
I don't even gotta rap, I know I'ma get this bag off
Like Kobe with the shot, don't know why you a sag off
My nigga think he Future, he said, "Fuck it, mask off"
Don't fuck with bitch niggas, Jimmy Neutron, blast off
Nigga think he funny, I'm the Joker, I'm boutta laugh off
Don't hit 'em with the full clip, it's gon' be half off
Nigga only up on the gram, he a half boss
Damn Woo, you steppin', yeah nigga, 'cause I had the sauce
Now my fits come from Saks Fifth, they like, "It had to cost"
My plug started throwin' bows down the field, I had to moss