Most Hated (feat. J Boy)

I got these bitches on smash

She fell in love with the cash

I put my block on the map

If it ain't about money, go back

I swear I put Ox on the map

I was broke but now I got racks

Like a raunchy, siamese got tracks

I need plenty gals with big backs

They talking off, I swear they love chap

Good use, so why you act bad?

You don't trap, blood, you don't bang

You ain't screaming A, you ain't gang

My bad beats, smoke weed then twerk, twerk in LV

I know real G's that come out when they bang out for one week

All of my **** are code, none of my bitches are hoes

They just will do it for 'Bo, if you talk to Ox, you ain't broke

**** know my name, I did loads

I'm blessed, blessed, I can't boast

No stress, stress, I hunt dope

Get high, high, I'm like, whoa

Fuck, I'ma do what I want, fuck, I'ma do what I like

Lord took away a couple ****, I swear that I'm ready to die

Look at me, look in my eyes

Step into the dough tonight

Back it and clap it on sight

Then I skid off in the ride

Fresh to death, I'm too smooth

She love the way that I move

She know that I got the juice

Getting money with all of my goons

Quangins, messed up too then we roll up, that's shellings on shellings

Like dick man, dick man, straight on the main rope

Had dem that boy begging

Remember when I grabbed Matt's face till my **** can't yell out

Wet 'em, let's step out the whip on violence

Fuck Trident, city lock my bridges

Or step and May will quiff 'em, man done jewels and them boy done legend

That's two, man, one beat bye

Dope boy, you squeeze on sight

Freeze up when they see no face

In a boy that don't look twice

Creep up, had to switch your flights

Heart gone cold, I done lost my mind

No iPhone when I'm on that ride

Windows closed, you see dem man, they hide

Quangins

Trilling, pull up on your block with white

And pull up on a Oct, that's drilling

Run a boy down till we catch him

Run a boy down and **** 'em

I wanna be good but I can't in the hood, man, love with the feelings

Don't let us see you ****

Man hate the A, we been winning

Go on, suck your mom, fuck your feelings

Keep fucking around, you best angle

LV on top like one devil

Rebels, these roads got your foot to the pedal

Poke liquor boy down with the metal

Make an art boy, fuck boy sequel

Rebels, Jigga man, Feela man, gang man

Pull up and bang to your girlfriend, sequel

Like girl, tick-tock, big cock, see the woody two

Good done went mental, that Jigga man diss

And that to them boys, stop chat for a Jigga ton devils

Now scoop up a pot, that's mystery

Got me kicking back, I'm with Trillary

Got the biggest back, I call it history

On a jetski wave, now she feeling me

Man, lean on the Oct like what?

Have chat by your mouth, get boxed

Big guns don't look your block, like how many man got shot