Yeah, yeah It's my face, I do whatever I want Bitches always with me and I keep working the trunk Shout my nigga bums daughter, shoutout to my son Shout my babymama cause you everything I want Hating ass niggas wanna talk about the set I put a tec to ya muthafuckin' chest Man, I can't help that I be acting so violent But DMV niggas so reckless, I be wylin' Fuck you niggas be talkin' bout? Don't tweet about it, just be about it Don't talk about it, just fight about it Don't screenshot it, just write about it Fuck the bullshit, fuck rap Fuck nigga, you can't rap Fuck you, I am rap No hands, my gun clap Got shooters in body mode Can't say too much on this song I wrote Fake niggas be doing shit that we did first and then rap about it Take the shit that we wear and all of our slang and say that they live by it Talk the shit that we walk about and then say we fake but won't air it out But it's cool baby, I'm fine with it Hate and love, it's alright, isn't it? Got gold and I got hoes, and I got friends and I got foes Got bitches, I got clothes Got some guns, a whole lot of those Got bitches, whole pensload Bad ass nigga with a shell toe
