Freestyle

Man, I sling dope, man, I trap hard

Gettin' money, that's my version from a gangster

Gangster, man a gangster

Get it straight from the source, American gangster

And I don't pillow talk to bitches, this here **** please

If I'm gonna keep shit G, there's no ho in me

I don't do beef, I just do math

So think first before you come up get this cash

Feds wanna lock me now, gotta trap and do this music shit

Every music teacher, I'm a God damn genius

You can't trap and get money off the fiends or strips

Then holla me and get paid to do some greezy shit

Bullets, blood, and glory, I don't rap violence on the internet

****, I let my money talk for me

Been so close, I could kiss death

I guess that's why I keep wakin' up in the night with these cold sweats

Louis on my feet, Givenchy on my tee

Silk bed sheets so I'm comfy when I sleep

UK, I keep a big blade my bed

If it's foreign, big strap, **** filled up with led

I 'member **** wouldn't even give a brick

Now I kick back and get a couple million a tick

From a floody streets, I sell squares, I ain't sellin' dicks

But I started with a Q of each

I'm the real GOAT of power

I pull my dick out, get your bitch from a golden shower

Yeah, that's right, I just fuck then I piss on them

I watch them rub it in they skin like cocoa butter

Show no love to these hoes, I'm in love with this dope

Bit the hell from her back, but I still got to trap

From cribs overseas, **** flew that with keys

I'm a real hustler, card, tell me about peas

I give orders, I don't take them

My whole squad's full of made men

I put bricks on the strip and cause mayhem

When the bricks go cross the border I'm like Amen

Got **** in jail 'cause the bank rolls

Passin' bus chairs with blank ankles

Slingin' soft, yeah, slingin' hard raw

If your diamond dancin' then my diamonds do the moonwalk

They say the bad ones live and the good ones die

That's what the fed said when he heard I survived

No more gunpowder on my drip

The amount of times I hit the paper fam for lettin' off the stick

I blaze a ****, tell 'em I'm bridging that it wasn't me

'Cause I don't need the fame, I just keep it G

I don't do fist fights, know what I'm like

I catch you slippin' with a gun or a knife

Before my time, the family used to call me trigger

Before I had a trap house, fam, I had a spinner

Art shift, when I was young, I let it bang, bang

I pulled a MAC back and let it off with one hand