Damn, hello? What the fuck is you talking about
Yeah
I ain't running from no problems, I just walk them bitches down
I'm in the Bay looking for pounds, Give a fuck, bout Rolling Loud
Saw my buyer last week, said, damn, Nigga, it's been a while
I said, the fuck, I'm supposed to do Shit, every system cracking down
Ain't look my way, way back in school, Bet I can fuck them bitches now
My C Runner bald-headed, nigga look like Michael Kyle
Can hit a apple off a blimp, I don't need no fucking switch
Young and turnt up in the club, Bought 42, to spill not sip
I hate a rep, that make it clip, this bitch think she Wicked Witch
I think I'm lucky, Waist Deep, I'll charge you for your shit
He be leaking all the sauce, Fuck it get him out the mix
I ain't got no fucking genies, I'll grant A bitch a wish
Private shopper know my brands, Don't send my ass no fucking Kith
Scoping hoes up off the drip, I fucked her ass, cause she wore Ricks
Tele with some Harlem niggas, niggas sound like Charlie Clips
Finding bins like Nemo all night looking for my FISH
Put up my money, check me out
I'm back, bitch ass niggas, y'all thought I was gone, Y'all just can't wait to hate
I ain't never fuck with birds, but I'm a fucking roadrunner
I'm the reason why it's hot, I left the fucking stove running
Tru a bad influence
Reason why I froze, something
I smoked ten woods
Wit D forgot, we had the Load coming
Damn, bro, these niggas can't fuck with you