Tired of these niggas telling me how to act
Tired of these bitches telling me how to act yeah
Tryna tell me what to do, you must be tapped
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Tryna take a lil trip off the map yeah
Fuck what you sayin', that shit cap yeah
Niggas talkin' out they motherfucking' neck yeah
Yeah I don't give no fuck, I'ma run a bag up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, run a bag up
Did this shit all on my own, I'm a fuckin' bastard
Granny raised me in the church, she tell me pull my pants up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, she tell me pull my pants up
Ain't no rookie to this shit, bitch, I'm a fuckin' master
She like the dreads in my head, she wanna shake it faster
Ain't no monkey business, but this hoe drive me bananas
They sleepin' on me, had to make them stand up, yeah
Pussy niggas love to hate me, I'ma get my bands up
I'ma cop the fuckin' tank and take his fuckin' head off
All them losses that I took, I took em and I manned up
Took them losses to the chin, I'm the fuckin' man, now
Can't nobody tell me shit, can't nobody tell me shit
Can't nobody tell me shit, can't nobody tell me shit
Can't nobody tell me shit, can't nobody tell me shit
Can't nobody tell me shit, I'ma pop my shit for real
I don't like to talk a lot, but I'ma tell you bitches how I feel
Fuck niggas, old niggas, new niggas
I know young niggas who ain't scared to shoot niggas
I know young niggas who ain't scared to loot niggas
Throw the lob to the gang, alley oop', niggas
I can tell that you scared, tell the truth nigga
Took your bitch, she know exactly what to do with me
I want the AMG with the windows tinted
You know I can see you, but you can't see me in it
Niggas rather go blind instead of see me winning
Know this shit gon' take some time, I know it's been a minute
What the fuck, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Niggas talkin' out they neck can't let em' fuck my head up
I ain't flocking with the birds, I'ma get my bread up
Actions louder than your words, I don't give no heads up
Uh, I don't do this shit to look cool, uh, uh, uh
Fifteen, dropped out of school, uh, uh, uh
You don't even know the full story, uh, uh, uh
What the fuck happened to the boy, uh, uh, uh
Why he dressed in all black in a hurry, uh, uh, uh
I got black and white Oreo McFlurry, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, you ain't gotta worry
Everything I did, I did, and I ain't sorry, yeah
Tired of these niggas telling me how to act
Tired of these bitches telling me how to act yeah
Tryna tell me what to do, you must be tapped
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Tryna take a lil trip off the map yeah
Fuck what you sayin', that shit cap yeah
Niggas talkin' out they motherfucking' neck yeah
Yeah I don't give no fuck, I'ma run a bag up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, run a bag up
Did this shit all on my own, I'm a fuckin' bastard
Granny raised me in the church, she tell me pull my pants up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, she tell me pull my pants up
Ain't no rookie to this shit, bitch, I'm a fuckin' master
She like the dreads in my head, she wanna shake it faster
Ain't no monkey business, but this hoe drive me bananas
They sleepin' on me, had to make them stand up, yeah