Envy (feat. Fredo Bang)

(What up, Jay Man?)

(Make 'em stack, and I'm popping shit like a collar)

(Yeah, alright)

La, la, la

This shit needs no proper break

Straight forge, you know I got 'em (Yeah)

Run up on 'em, think I'm stunting

And I'm popping shit like a collar (Bup, bup, bup)

Got some in the trunk

New bitch right here the size of a toddler

But I ain't no child, I'll make yo' pussy ass like baby bottoms

I been going wild, take me to trial if I ever catch a case (Take me to the back)

So I can see the heaven gates, but fuck with me amazing grace

I try to smoke my pain away

Say fuck all my problems (Fuck all my problems)

My cousin dead, somebody might lose they momma

Now that's some shit that bring a **** out there

But bitch, you know a pussy (You know you a pussy)

I won't put yo' name in songs, I save that shit for the rookies

But fuck the opps until I'm gone, or until somebody cook me

If I don't kill you 'fore I'm gone

Then bitch can sit on me, pussy (Bitch can sit on me, pussy)

Got butterflies, I pop that bitch, and I'd do it again (And I'd do it again)

I was punching raws when you was buying two for the ten (Yeah)

Catch me Bentley coupe or Benz, with a bit to some friends (With a bit to some friends)

This shit crazy, I come from nothing, and that's where it began

Marley

I see the envy in they faces

(Gettin' to a bag)

They praying I don't make it

(That's why the haters mad)

If I don't have dreams, then I have to make it

(Gettin' to a bag)

I got mouths to feed, that's why I chase it

(I'm gettin' to a bag, that's why the haters mad)

I see the envy in they faces

(Gettin' to a bag)

They praying I don't make it

(That's why the haters mad)

If I don't have dreams, then I have to make it

(Gettin' to a bag)

(Ba, ba, we just right mad)

I got mouths to feed, that's why I chase it

(I'm gettin' to a bag, that's why the haters mad)

When I'm a bad boss, slinging .9 out the porch

Ooh, I kept that flame like a torch

New foreign and it got a lotta horse

I'm selling dog food, watch me make this city bark (Ruff)

I'm in the streets, not the industry

I work for big bag, you can't stand next to me (Sack)

I done bossed up, baby, look at me (Sack)

At any given time, I could raise the fee (Bag)

I'm in her mouth like some Colgate

I got these hoes going both ways

Remember back to back, I was shootin'

Now I'm dropping hits and sendin' shooters Call of Duty (Bag)

I see the envy in they faces

(Get you a bag)

They praying I don't make it

(That's why the haters mad)

If I don't have dreams, then I have to make it

(Gettin' to a bag)

I got mouths to feed, that's why I chase it

(I'm gettin' to a bag, that's why the haters mad)

I see the envy in they faces

(Gettin' to a bag)

They praying I don't make it

(That's why the haters mad)

If I don't have dreams, then I have to make it

(Gettin' to a bag)

I got mouths to feed, that's why I chase it

(I'm gettin' to a bag, that's why the haters mad)

Gettin' to a bag

That's why the haters mad

Gettin' to a bag, I'm gettin' to a bag

And that's why the haters mad

Gettin' to a bag

That's why these haters mad

Gettin' to the bag, gettin' to the bag

And that's why these haters mad