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 fucked 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 fuck 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 Fuck 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, fuck a lecture I keep 20 on the dresser Know these bitches feel the pressure