I don't never pass the blunt, this ain't no track meet My bitch got shotgun, put that n***a in the backseat They tryna be like me, I think somebody hacked me Who talkin' rap beef? I killed them all by track three They'll tell you dreamin' ain't possible And start pinchin' you, but not pinchin' in And I will tell you who the dopest is But the feds probably out listenin' N***a's money short as my attention span I don't see nobody got a different lens Put the bait out and wait out They bite the flow, I reel them in like fishermen I'm a green lover when it come to money But I burn trees like an arsonist Get my medication from the pharmacist You can leave that shake for the Parkinson's Need a blunt roll with my butt rubbed From a young thug like quarter six N***as act tough, get you *** up Now I'm back riding to the quarter six On Sunset Swervin', hella thieves got him nervous Tease a n***a on purpose, I could be pitchin' how I be curvin' Got a head full of brats, might as well walk around with a turban Your n****s like lines on the winds, ain't no one got courage All this gold on me, I'm thinkin' I just hit the jackpot Steppin' in Givenchy, feelin' bitchy with my hat caught Bout to tell your n***a get a grip, he got the track hot Try to put him on a team, he'd rather be a mascot Don't look back, we ahead of ya Middle fingers to the editors I'm a predator, what competitors? Wanna battle, gotta be better first Got my toes down, I'm still a roadrunner From the real estate like a home hunter If a bitch try to call me out Then I'm knowin' that she got the wrong number Got picked up in a Rolls Royce And the neighbors tried to call coast busters Ran in my ex bout a week ago And I swear to God, he was so busted Your last video looked good But the song weak and it's no numbers How we finna heat up on bitches? Nah, it'll *** around and be no summer I don't get the hype that got you people all excited I'ma walk a knot, make a n***a wanna tie it It's all in how you talk, might turn your fan into a client Told him, I'ma feed the streets I know the real ain't gon' deny it It's a party, but it's private You are not invited They say, since when you switched it up? I say, I just decided I really lit a slide Don't need nobody else to write it N****s swearin' that they fly I guess somebody shot the pilot *** a Benz, I need that Lambo Yeah, I got that ammo I promise n****s won't get cleared like a sample Made it to the hills, but my n****s still in a bando I'm so sick, I'm sippin' Campbell's Hate to watch it, flip the channel They say XO marked the spot I signed the land and got that treasure Vanessa matters, plugs I put business over pleasure They tell me they opinions I don't listen, *** a lecture I keep 20 on the dresser Know these bitches feel the pressure