Ain't tryna be kind

Geeked up off the Tris, can't park the big-body in the line

Call my scam buddy, he gon' wipe it down, so you can bring your Chime, damn

Thought you were the one, but you had me in the blind, damn

(Ceg3all trippin on this one)

**** be really hoes, they need a gang to be behind 'em

And I'ma pop my shit myself and I got the gang right there behind me

I spent $500 on my belt just to hold my Glock when I came around you

I remember days I ain't wanna rap, I was tryna make a hundred thousand off trousers

**** would hate playin' the game, they ain't want me to win, yeah, them **** doubters

Asked my Mom what should I get her, she want me to get it, just as long as she get an allowance

I gotta play the one, play the high

Just make up a number, they out-of-towners

He wan' play til' he meet this fye

It ain't no OG, we all founders

Fly to New York, eatin' on Sei Less

Lil bitch, say less, if I gotta pay that

Shoes cost 5k, used to rock Payless

We some fly boys, so we gon' raid jets

Unh

I'm fly boy, put on my headrests

She's a fly girl, she got some crazy neck

Pull up on a ****, let off some crazy shit

Baow

**** really saved yo' ass

I had to beg you to send that blitz and I was tryna pay yo' ass

Name a time I waved the flag

Name a time I went out

I was in the spot gettin' rich off Crash

I was in the spot just gettin' out

Ain't think twice about that shit, I grabbed my Glock and it went out

Ain't think twice about that bitch, she gon' come back, this scent off

They can't put me out this bitch, lil ****, I'm servin' the rent office

**** just mad they made the list for all the **** to shit on

I was in high-school with 5k, the money, ****, I been wanted it

I was in high-school with the Drac', huh, but ****, I been on it

We don't renegotiate, huh, lil ****, we been on it

****, I had my jeans since school, lil ****, you know that I been on it

I was fifteen on the news, lil ****, you know that I been on it

Got a bankroll full of blues and shit, that's all that I been wanted

Dope-boy One's, I feel like Nelly

I need me a bitch like Ashanti

And you ain't gotta sing or be a vet', but you gotta have you some money

Ain't tryna be kind

Geeked up off the Tris, can't park the big-body in the line

Call my scam buddy, he gon' wipe it down, so you can bring your Chime, damn

Thought you were the one, but you had me in the blind, damn

(Ceg3all trippin on this one)

**** be really hoes, they need a gang to be behind 'em

And I'ma pop my shit myself and I got the gang right there behind me

I spent $500 on my belt just to hold my Glock when I came around you

I remember days I ain't wanna rap, I was tryna make a hundred thousand off trousers

**** would hate playin' the game, they ain't want me to win, yeah, them **** doubters