Bullets make you spread out
I got hella bands now
I got hella fans now
Free him from the pen now
Tried to take me out the game
I whip so crazy, swervin' through the lanes
She rollin' off oxy tryna hide the pain
He talkin' through proxy thinkin' it's a game
I gotta clear my head out
No doubt, this is crazy, bullets spread out
Ho', I'ma kamikaze on a tab of molly, this a different stress I gotta let out
Ho' this a different calling, I'ma keep on ballin', I'ma keep on goin' til' I give out
.40 gon' shoot and pop him, I don't need to stall him, I'ma keep on shootin' til' he bleed out
No bae, I'm makin' this shit in the basement
Flooded my wrist, so I had to uncase it
I'm gettin' so much money I don't need a 401K
Said it a million times, but I still don't need no bae (I don't need no bae shawty)
I was walkin' 'round with a hunnid bands, and a rocket
Couple of addies, and a couple of xans sittin' in my pocket
Beyond on the shit that I did, this the top, can't top it
Lately I been out the mix, out the way, but I pop shit
They want me to be someone else, can't be anyone, myself
I'm topped down in designer, brand new margiela belt
Swaggin' lately, you could never see this on your shelf
I been so evasive, top of the game, just like a ref