Confidential

Can't keep rappin' 'bout murders and bodies, gotta keep that confidential

Pull up, BP truck with a hundred some' plus, I'm ridin' presidential

Police tryin' to indict me for all of the shit I be sayin' on these instrumentals

I wanna kill the opps so bad, I ain't have no car, I'll spin out a rental

Uh, uh, dear, baby Lord, I'm a sinner

**** keep beatin' his bitch, he mad at me 'cause she wanna be with a winner

**** ain't got no money, she ain't been eatin', it look like her waist got slimmer

She wanna be my missus, I just wanna fuck, I don't wanna be her mister

I don't trust none of these ****, when you come around me, don't get on the phone to whisper

Know you can die for a caption or likin' their status, last **** died for a picture

Catch me a **** in traffic and I'll get active, it's hard to control my temper

You can't tote that gun, if you ain't caught one, what the fuck you gon' do with a pistol?

Alright, uh, I told AC let me out

'Member one time I was blowin' this bitch so fast, I shot my window out

We got the drop to his crib, I ain't shootin' up shit, I'ma wait till his ass come out

How many times he diss my dog, that's how many times he gettin' shot in the mouth

I ain't no regular rapper, I love to spin, ****, we drill for real

I ain't just puttin' this gangster shit on beats, we really kill for real

Before I wave my flag or tuck my tail, ****, I get in the field

Before I do a drill, let me tuck my chain, ****, I'm worth some Ms

Caught the curb in the big body Range Rover truck, almost flattened the wheel

**** ain't spilled no blood or stepped on shit, I really know how that feel

**** be comin' on hits just to act like a bitch, **** be actin' like steel

Lil' bro killed that dumbass **** on camera, replayin' that shit like a reel

I know a **** got shot in his face, uh, left like Emmet Till

Told these **** I was gon' get rich in the future, ****, I felt like Phil

Before I started doin' this rappin' and caught me a buzz, I ain't know nothin' but kill

I can go do me a drill and function sober, other **** need them a pill (Bitch-ass ****)

Alright, uh, catch a hat, give me a thrill

Murder for hire, I'm droppin' a bag on opps, I'm tryna get **** killed

It's finna be a whole lotta blood and brains over the place, shouldn't have gave me a deal

Fuck the feds and the DEA, I heard them crackas on my heels

Jump in the V and catch you a B with me, I'ma show you my murder skills

Tryna put the people in the smoke, when I get his lo', I'ma show him we purge for real

Tryna dick ride for views and post my songs, he ain't even know the words for real

First time blowin' the chopper, lil' bro was shakin', I told him to hold it still

**** done postin' they block, they know I'll pull up fast, they know I will

Pull up, fff, blast, left on his ass, kept shootin', that's an overkill

I don't be stuntin' these **** when they talk that shit, these **** be hoes for real

**** punch holes in the walls when they get mad, I put holes in opps for real