Word On The Street

Word on the street, they got a little bitty hit out

Really run Atlanta, I can make a **** get out

If anything, I have more respect for you bitches

****, you a bitch, we don't shoot and miss (Nah)

Glock 19 unfold, and it spit out

Double R underneath the door when I get out

Clutchin' on my fans, had to tell the bro to chill out

How the fuck your whole gang down the road, and you still out?

Undercover rat, pussy ****, you a sellout

Every show I get either packed, or it sell out

I've been ballin' hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out

Know a **** mad, he can't even put a hit out

Middle of the winter, drop top with a mink on

Bad little thot, yeah, she say that's her theme song

I done made a whole million dollars off a flip phone

No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain't even have a ringtone

Skinny Mike Amiri's like I skate

We just fuck around, we don't date

I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate

And I got a lotta cars, they all up to date

I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in

Then I took off, ain't have no other option

I was too gone, now a **** just pop shit

I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' Yen

Call overseas, tellin' youngins to spin again

I don't throw rocks and hide my hand 'cause I'm a man

Million cash in a book bag, I'm a big dog

Threw my shot at any ****, bitch, I think I'm Chris Paul

Sippin' all these meds, **** gotta be throwed off

I was gettin' head, fucked around, and I dozed off

Rolls Royce truck, crank it and let the nose out

Everything I said, I went did it, boy, I'm the chosen child

Skinny Mike Amiri's like I skate

We just fuck around, we don't date

I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate

And I got a lotta cars, they all up to date

I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in

Then I took off, ain't have no other option

I was too gone, now a **** just pop shit

I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' Yen

Safe deposit box is on fleek

And my bank account, I don't touch it, I'ma get it out the street

Got your vibe all on my drip, she say you cheap

And she know I'm having money, buy her titties, ass, and teeth

Catchin' three flights every day, the only time I get some sleep

Kept it real, and they be cappin', really, you can't compete

I spend it all on bullets, **** don't wanna beef

Got a D-Boy swag, pull up SRT

Ain't playin' with nobody, nobody don't play with me

Got a driver for my cars, he take me from A to Z

Got some homies on the yard I probably'll never see

If the money was the issue, I promise they'll be free

They was sleepin' on me bad, they fucked around, woke up a beast

Switch it up, I went romantic, took my shawty out to Greece

Every city that I go to, gotta link up with the street

I'm too humble for 'em, guess that's why they thinkin' I was sweet

Skinny Mike Amiri's like I skate

We just fuck around, we don't date

I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate

And I got a lotta cars, they all up to date

I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in

Then I took off, ain't have no other option

I was too gone, now a **** just pop shit

I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' Yen