STRONG (feat. Lil Poppa)

Bitch, you left me with a broken heart

I was breakin' down bad on my birthday

I done seen all the fake in the worst way

And my brother cross me in the worst way

And it's easy to say, I was stupid all along

How the fuck you gon' break a lil ****, I had to be strong

Don't question 'bout my life I gotta big reason I'on do a song with them ****

Them **** don't hang with real killers

And you know that I'm unforgiving

And he taking deuce right out his backpack

Big ole' 30 gon' knock his face, I'm shootin' them black gats

Yeah, **** they cappin', they stretching the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti

All in my DM talkin' 'bout ya bm, the fuck you gon' do, you ain't clap at nobody

I got a sky dweller, tell a bitch I'm the plug I be swaggin' all over the Mazi

Inside the Burberry find a 30 round clip only shoot if I bust a yo noggin'

Whole gang behind me

If you get it fucked up that's R-I-P

They gon' have to go some new white tees

And she feel safer around me

I got respect in my city, little bitch, go 'head try to kill me

I'ma hurt ya whole family feelings

I'ma let you know you dying with me

Because bitch, I be dat baby devil

Blood on my Balenciagas

Bitch, we shootin', ain't no problem

Lil brother want that, he know I got 'em

Thirty deep up in yo place

Fifty deep if you want rake

Young rich ****, I feel like Mase

I said, young rich ****, I feel like Mase

I'ma fuck on ya treesh then go count on my cake

Let 'em get you real kilt while I hop on a plane

When they talking that shit all up down on ya name

What the fuck you dont know, you just know my name

I'ma beat dat lil bit like a batting rink

What the fuck they be talking, they cappin' it

Got a 30 extended, I'm dragging it

All the lies that they told me, imagine 'em

I just rolled me a blunt, I ain't passin' it

All of my G's, I'm ashin' it

And none of these glocks ain't average

Quit effectin' my brother, he blastin' it

I done made it out on some rapping shit

Stood in the hood on some savage shit

My new bitch only eat salad

Somewhat watching her calories

Probably somewhat fuckin' in Cali

I used to post up in the attic

I ain't doing all that talkin', no addy

I'll pull up if you send me your addy

When I hit her, she call me daddy

Bent down, don't do no bragging

Lotta drip, let's talk about fashion

Home girl, let's talk about passion

Told us he like a dragon

Pin your hoes like a pageant

This forehill automatic

I hop in then I blast it

Put on the purp

I heard her say she hurts

How that shit work

You don't need a nurse

Call me if it get worse

Pussy wet 'em

Feel the surge

Bitch, I'ma high boy, I like 'em turnt

Signed to the street like I'm dirt

Stop hatin' ****, get your verse

All the attention probably get you hurt

All of this would probably get you a shirt

And if I said it then I mean it

I'm not twistin' all my words

I'm probably posted in the middle of the street holding up birds

Like fuck the world, fuck my old girl

Bitch fuck what you heard

They come around with the right amount

And you might just get served

Put my trust in **** words

And got everything I deserved

**** they cappin', they stretching the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti

All in my DM talkin' 'bout ya bm the fuck you gon' do, you ain't clap at nobody

I got sky dweller tell a bitch I'm the plug I be swaggin' all over the Mazi

Inside the Burberry find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust a yo noggin

Whole gang behind me

If you get it fucked up that's R-I-P

They gon' have to go get some new white tees

And she feel safer around me

I got respect in my city, little bitch, go 'head try to kill me

I'ma hurt ya whole family feelings

I'ma let you know you dying with me

Because bitch, I be that baby devil

Blood on my Balenciagas

Bitch, we shootin', ain't no problem

Lil brother want dat, he know I got 'em

Thirty deep up in yo place

Fifty deep if you want rake

Young rich ****, I feel like Mase

I said young rich ****, I feel like Mase