But can't tell me Upsell three for so-lo on streets Can't do todo on beat wallet rolling wallie Can't go no where when she ain't on me She gets fomo four bitches or 3 Is she loco that's just what she thinks She gets vocal front of any and everything What i pour foe i only smoke leaf Hoes is gon low? Oh you u make me Got up and want to leave Tired of we make tiresscreech Collard greens in fridge every week Everything is free for me when I sing My choppa is a choir and I'm acquiring Job payment won't get paid in a week Or 2 too meek niggas tryna run up on me Free free and seeing anyone's hiring A nigga thatd give her ring Birds bees and believe I make what I speak Take what I need
Cold I make your feet dance,Fold n Run when you meet death,Soul's Get Beef Next,When you Rejects Seek Debt,Gold and Gun's Feed Back,Homies Run when they Disrespect The Man,So behold Defense,before your Whole Team been Put to Rest
We will see who mourns in the blast Believe Who Dawns to success and When its war We Kick your door and Clap Make you fall as we laugh Pour the Crest on your Whore's And Flash Scores of Flesh
