Kane

Yeah, what up, Meech?

Take a ride with the G.O.A.T. one time

Ay, 22

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

My bitch blowin' up my phone, now let me tell the truth

I don't know if she my bitch, I don't know what she do

Everytime it's in my hands, shit, it gotta move

If **** pulled up on you shootin', you wouldn't know what to do

Single lion in the world, I don't need nobody

I promise to my sister, I'ma be somebody

You can have your bitch back, she need somebody

I was busy stackin' blues when y'all couldn't find me

I don't hang around you ****, we don't think the same

Young nappy head ****, gold on his frames

Stopped pickin' up my phone, **** say I changed

**** get your scale dirty before you say my name

Made so much yesterday, in the car I prayed

This an M on my buckle, M's on my brain

On my soul, I really do it, punk, stay in your lane

You ask a **** for a favor, they forget your name

I spit on your big homie, I ain't got one

You lil' **** talkin' bout guns, I really got them

Your mans ben down for too long, somebody spot him

When I'm out of money in my pocket, I went out and got some

It ain't a rule I won't break, risk I won't take

You puttin' your feelin's in a bitch, boy, thats a heartbreak

And this Moschino that I'm wearin' came from Italy

It's a four in my drank, shark on my face

Ay, now these hoes be fuckin' everybody

She mad at me 'cause I ain't text back, like I care about her

Drive a distance for the money 'cause I care about it

Punch a **** in his mouth, knock the stare up out him

Up early with the birds, I need every dollar

Told my son I'm gettin' a mansion for him and his mama

But if I find a latino, she gon' have my daughter

You wanna find a cheaper price? Go a little farther

We get four 48s for that good bargain

Wearin' clothes you can't afford, it make me a target

I don't deal with relative, family, you walkin'

Even in the nose bleeds, you can see me ballin'

Louis bag on my bitch, it can hold a doggie

I'm the leader of the mob, you can call me Paulie

I can't even go shoppin', too much in my closet

I got a Roll on me now in my billionaire joggers

****, I'm the man where I'm from

Screws loose in my head, I leave hoes hot lumps

You get questioned in that room, boy, you better play dumb

A couple bitches love me, I don't care about one, ****