Lyrics
Fuck, yea
This shit to easy
In the back of the whip with my boys we on tv
They hating on my clothes but, I know they want to be me
I get death threats they want to beam me
Pull up and I'll put you on live leak
Pull out the chops yea you know I don't fight B
Connect the dots with my beam and your eyes G
3 shots to his face he said "I'm dying"
(we do not care)
Ok hold up gotta switch up the flow
Cause that shit was old
Dissing me boy you bold
(on gang)
All your **** they fold
Bitch I'm heartless I'm cold
You and your "brothers" they told
(like what they say)
You not next to me boy you a level 1
Copy everything I do (Ugh) you my son
You can hide but, you know you can't run
If I catch you on my block then I'm loading up my gun
Uh she like my music
Talk on my name we shooting
Say if I touch him he suing
Not like me cause you blew it
I don't like her she stupid
She must of got hit by cupid
Stop acting new bitch
You saw my new fit
Why you acting clueless
Fuck, yea
This shit to easy
In the back of the whip with my boys we on tv
They hating on my clothes but, I know they want to be me
I get death threats they want to beam me
Written by: Dante Miyazaki