Yung Lan on the track
Blrrrd
Blrrrd
Blrrrd
Blrrrd
Thing 'round
'Round me
N***as figured out
Blrrrd
I think I got n***as figured out
Yeah
Yeah
Blrrrd
Set 'em up
Blrrrd
We certified
That thang around me
I got this s**t figured out
Put R I P in front they gang for runnin' they mouth
Chasin' clout
I caught that b***h and kept on squeezin'
Way after he hit the ground
Mister get on side your car and let the whole sixty clip out
Ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper
I put s**t in the cloud
Man
Tee Da P know that I'm tired and miss 'em
Can't even keep a smile
Mixed the dead opps with the Baccarat
For sho' you ho goin' down
We slimin' s**t out
This our summer
Got some
Then don't come around
See somethin' we want
Gotta get eight-balled
We know it's murder and take
Be d**ned I let you blow my mission
I'ma just go to the face
BSG don't lock the backdoors
Get introduced to the snake
Wop back with me
He beat a shh
Hank and them fools still on the way
We certified
That thang around me
I got this s**t figured out
Put R I P in front they gang for runnin' they mouth
Chasin' clout
I caught that b***h and kept on squeezin'
Way after he hit the ground
Mister get on side your car and let the whole sixty clip out
Ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper
I put s**t in the cloud
Man
Tee Da P know that I'm tired and miss 'em
Can't even keep a smile
Mixed the dead opps with the Baccarat
For sho' you ho goin' down
We slimin' s**t out
This our summer
Got some
Then don't come around
If he play
We might roll up and smoke him like a Backwood stalk
'Cause it gets shady and get shiesty when you come from out that South
I'm a slimy a*s young n***a
Mama said
Boy
Watch your mouth
And I get grimy 'bout that cash
The plug better not say
It's a drought
He not a ho and I ain't one neither
It get cold
I keep that heater
223's
Glock Ninas
FNs
Call her fina
When I'm goin' through some things
I get a hot head
Yeah a fever
When I wanna numb the pain I pour a eight inside a liter
Yeah
Break it down
Add me up
Come and see what I'm worth
I'm known all around
What you think they pay me for a verse
Disrespect my name
I try my best to put 'em in the dirt
We ain't stuntin' none of these lames
We hittin' pussies where it hurt
We certified
That thang around me
I got this s**t figured out
Put R I P in front they gang for runnin' they mouth
Chasin' clout
I caught that b***h and kept on squeezin'
Way after he hit the ground
Mister get on side your car and let the whole sixty clip out
Ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper
I put s**t in the cloud
Man
Tee Da P know that I'm tired and miss 'em
Can't even keep a smile
Mixed the dead opps with the Baccarat
For sho' you ho goin' down
We slimin' s**t out
This our summer
Got some
Then don't come around
Blrrrd
Blrrrd
James about that check
Boy