lucky you

I got a million flows, I can go silly with those

I got a pocket rocket

Down to cock and chop and pop a nigga that really impose

Niggas that’s wit me is villans in hoodies

That lost all they good and they feelings on road

It’s so appealing, the feeling of killing a nigga that pose

Get Milli Vanillied with those

Turn a beef plate to a cheesesteak

Bitch, I be really in Philly with those

Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex gotten bigger

My wrist is so chilly, it froze

Really I’m colder than ever, my niggas goin' for whatever

Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow storm or the weather

Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a Dessy

Leave his whole body bloody

Like shorty done put in her tampon on already

Shooting with a Vietnam cannon out the Peter arm on the levy

See, the charm on already

We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, we’ll meet up with friends

'Cause all of our mans gone-gone already

Nigga the-, nigga the-

I'ma do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the receipt

Either the double-R stitching, it’s that or the Bentley B in the seat

I got my D in a freak, I gotta be in repeat

She wanna eat every morning

I treat it like porridge and gave her the cream of the wheat

And I rock it like P and a B

I don’t cop it less it’s Louie, Gucci on the pocket

Or even a D and a G, 'cause the way that the money piling

I'll be wildin' 'til a nigga make about a B in a week

Fuck niggas hating on me

But I’m Gary Payton, always on the team with the green

And the money counter, 'cause when I’m accounting

It be money coming in and coming out it, paper cut the money

Dummy niggas, I been thumbing out it

Trying not to run up out it in a fist fight

With a knife, nigga brought a gun up out it

Don’t you run up out it, lil nigga

Uh, hit him with a mini MAC

Is he really that bad that I gotta hit him with a bigger gat?

Matter fact, riddle me that

I’m literally at the spot that he said he’d be at, but where is he at?

Like, really nigga? Is you really tellin' me that?

Like I ain’t prepared to hit him with a felony act?

Like, what you thought, I would never react?

Have a nigga lookin' like he tryna fight in Smash Bros

When a nigga put a whole shell in his back

Fuck niggas yelling it back

Niggas get high and start hating on a real nigga

It’s like a nigga smokin' on a jealousy pack

Look, lil nigga, uh

I got the remedy, I got the shooters with hidden identities

Fuck who you send at me

I got a stack on me long as a ruler and centipede

I got that Geneve, I got the energy

I got the money, the power, the enemies

I go to business

I’m asking these niggas for 60 percent of the entity

No one defending me

Niggas is talking, but no one offending me

Niggas know what the result of the end'll willbe i suggest u niggas never go testing me