How they speakin on me I be all through they side
They claim to be real but ain’t down to ride
But I’m not surprised Weak ass nggas the type to go hide
But say that they gangster lil ngga you tried
Them nggas not down when it’s time to go slide
We wet some sht up like we pulled in the tied
Lighting sht up but no 4th of July
Don’t say I’m not stepping it’s pressure applied
Didn’t think I would make this far guess it’s fate
Let them tell you it’s race but really I’m sеtting the pace
Set thе bar high cause I’m changing the weight
Got a btch from the imma beat up her face
After I fck ,she gon gimme my space
Don’t change the rate need my money today
Or We getting to beating shit just like this bass
Spray a lot of shit but Ian talking mace
Im speakin in codes they don’t talk how I talk
Or got enough money walk where I walk
Or front like they on , I got your message i sent it’s gone
Ian no rapper still making this song
You can get smoked like a hit off bong
For thinking I’m soft she open her mouth she ain’t doing no yawn
My nggas out here stepping till dawn
Running yo mouth you get punched in yo jaw
He ain’t know what hit him wtf going on
If I got em wrong
Them niggas tried to copy didn’t even get near
These bitches want top me I feel like I’m top tier
She climb up on top then she dropping it right here
We Smoke on sht that don’t buzz but go light year
Out here but that’s addressed when I speak
Impulsive don’t talk just shoot when we meet
I Need some money not chasing no freak
She goat in the sheets but a hoe in these streets
Its still fuck a btch tho my heart got no key
Don’t give a fck keep em all lowkey
If they catch me I’m wit it I got it on me
If I Pop up out the the cut that’s the last you gon see
Bullets gon fade gon his ass his up but Ian talking tape
You speak on my gang and get put in yo place
This nigga like State Farm , surrounded by jakes
We hit em traffic he ain’t touch his brakes
Don’t think about switching chopping the snakes
Switch on the gang get cracked like a vase
We walking you down this shit a race
Smoke on the opps and it send me to space
Seen a lot of fake
People I been cutting
I’m a young ngga
And Came up from nothing
Tryna Hit the bands early
Get a lil ngga thummin
Heard ya mans found dead
He was stupid he was stunting
Keeping shit real
Cuz I always been 100
Don’t need a soul
All I need is the money
And Don’t need a bitch
They be acting like junkies
No Bitch I’m not the Clyde to yo Bonnie
Fake ass ngga
He tried to set me up
Put a hole in his face
Have his ass looking stuck
This ain’t no dream
We gon leave his ass slump
Btch Im going to hard
And I won’t let up
Cause I’m a real ass ngga
Ian ever give fck
Making a lil diss
He thinkin he tough
He beefing bout a btch
Man nigga you punk
When I pull out this forty
I bet shit get rough
They claim to be real but ain’t down to ride
But I’m not surprised Weak ass nggas the type to go hide
But say that they gangster lil ngga you tried
Them nggas not down when it’s time to go slide
We wet some sht up like we pulled in the tied
Lighting sht up but no 4th of July
Don’t say I’m not stepping it’s pressure applied
Didn’t think I would make this far guess it’s fate
Let them tell you it’s race but really I’m sеtting the pace
Set thе bar high cause I’m changing the weight
Got a btch from the imma beat up her face
After I fck ,she gon gimme my space
Don’t change the rate need my money today
Or We getting to beating shit just like this bass
Spray a lot of shit but Ian talking mace
Im speakin in codes they don’t talk how I talk
Or got enough money walk where I walk
Or front like they on , I got your message i sent it’s gone
Ian no rapper still making this song
You can get smoked like a hit off bong
For thinking I’m soft she open her mouth she ain’t doing no yawn
My nggas out here stepping till dawn
Running yo mouth you get punched in yo jaw
He ain’t know what hit him wtf going on
If I got em wrong
Them niggas tried to copy didn’t even get near
These bitches want top me I feel like I’m top tier
She climb up on top then she dropping it right here
We Smoke on sht that don’t buzz but go light year
Out here but that’s addressed when I speak
Impulsive don’t talk just shoot when we meet
I Need some money not chasing no freak
She goat in the sheets but a hoe in these streets
Its still fuck a btch tho my heart got no key
Don’t give a fck keep em all lowkey
If they catch me I’m wit it I got it on me
If I Pop up out the the cut that’s the last you gon see
Bullets gon fade gon his ass his up but Ian talking tape
You speak on my gang and get put in yo place
This nigga like State Farm , surrounded by jakes
We hit em traffic he ain’t touch his brakes
Don’t think about switching chopping the snakes
Switch on the gang get cracked like a vase
We walking you down this shit a race
Smoke on the opps and it send me to space
Seen a lot of fake
People I been cutting
I’m a young ngga
And Came up from nothing
Tryna Hit the bands early
Get a lil ngga thummin
Heard ya mans found dead
He was stupid he was stunting
Keeping shit real
Cuz I always been 100
Don’t need a soul
All I need is the money
And Don’t need a bitch
They be acting like junkies
No Bitch I’m not the Clyde to yo Bonnie
Fake ass ngga
He tried to set me up
Put a hole in his face
Have his ass looking stuck
This ain’t no dream
We gon leave his ass slump
Btch Im going to hard
And I won’t let up
Cause I’m a real ass ngga
Ian ever give fck
Making a lil diss
He thinkin he tough
He beefing bout a btch
Man nigga you punk
When I pull out this forty
I bet shit get rough
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