Insurance

Gang, bitch ass ****, you's a ho

I feel like 'Pac in this bitch

They make Instagram posts, 'cause they scared of they death

That's how you put insurance on yourself

They make Instagram posts, 'cause they scared of they death

Bitch, that's how you put insurance on yourself

If he don't got it go hook him up to an IV like he got chemo

One of them bitches dropped, we need three more

I dropped and now they watch the whole horseshoe in the Z store

Tryna and one 'em, hand gun 'em, face 'em with the free throw

I hope they know it's finito, I might debo one, pull up on a bike

I want his head, give a brick to Craig, spin on Friday night

Knock out his light like he done blew a fuse

All those sticks we waitin' to use

Ain't no rules, chop whoever with 'em 'cause they overdue

Dez killer stood over dude, close no infrared

I carved it off him, beat me in the ass, they hit me in the leg

In the arm, in the thigh but it could've been the head

But instead they had they eyes closed, they thought I was dead

Outrageous, contagious, chopper lead, watch them bullets spread

What up Fonte and T-Fed, TIP, big homie, Craig?

But they funk Lil Keef out with that bracelet on his leg

Now it's funerals to plan and some blood got to shed

They make Instagram posts, 'cause they scared of they death

That's how you put insurance on yourself

They make Instagram posts, 'cause they scared of they death

Bitch, that's how you put insurance on yourself

Someone get scared, now it's deeper than rappin'

They say they gon' clap me

They say they had my BM at the bowling alley

Well check this, bitch, I know your BM and that ho be lackin'

So, ****, think about your son before you play with family

Bitch, I never asked nobody to like me, I'm full throttle

Run that block with that rock while me handle, I globe trot 'em

My mama know I'm a problem but also a role model

Long chopper, baby Drake, and lil' Reagan them 4s stop 'em

I dome shot 'em, it got a laser sit on the bottom

Of that mini mac, get in back, where they at I'm gon' find 'em

Had a binder full of raps, no wonder I end up failin' math

Instead of solvin' problems, I'm in class writin' down every strap

I ever saw, fuck what they adding, fuck what a fraction

This is Sig Saw, better be packin'

Better not be lackin' when you know it's war

Shots flew in traffic, they tried to wet me but they wet the car

And my baby mama played a part

I'm a gangster as I wanna be, know they want me on a T

So I tote that .223 like fuck the whole SOG

I'ma introduce you to that raw shit

Bitch, you can't even go to Jasmine's for no crawfish, boss shit

And that's on gang, bitch ass ****

How the fuck a **** shoot me

And feel like they can ride around textin'?

How the fuck a **** shoot me

And still feel like they can hang on the block and sell nickel bags?

Fuck a ****, **** ain't gon' sleep

Or grind long as we got iron round here

Bitch ass ****

And I don't give a fuck 'bout what a **** talkin' 'bout, ****

'Cause I'm out here, ****, fuck a ****

Bitch ass ****, I'm six foot six and a **** miss thirty-seven shots

Bitch ass ****, how you hit three out of thirty-seven, ****?

Now either God was by my side or them shooters was blind

Fuck them bitch ass **** and that's just how we rocking, ****

And that motherfucking

Long as I got my heater this beef is Chris Brown and Sevyn Streeter

Bitch ass ****, it won't stop

Fuck a **** and that's on gang, ****, and these motherfuckin' dracos, bitch

Bitch ass ****, I want one of them chains

Somebody bring me back one of them fucking chains