I'm only gon' get bigger, niggas wanna see me lose
Pull me to the money I'ma move, this a motherfuckin' stick up
Want everything in twos
(?) number one don't come with moves
Over how ya figure
Bitches jumpin' out they shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to choose?
Purple weed even more liquor
Foreign down the avenues
We got shit to fix your attitudes
I got my baby hangin' out the window
On some Michael Jackson shit
But my baby ain't three months old
It's an AR clip, yeah, yeah
Foam with the paper plates
Y'all niggas in two oh eights
We in 2016, BMIH
Ghost Protocol, Tom Cruise shit
Got the Uz in the stash with the rubber grip
And I ain't trippin', I'm in Turkey estaba rollin' out
50 bottles bottles, 40 bitches, just 10 of us
I love my niggas who the fuck can a nigga trust?
Real drama when I caught them niggas pickin' up
I'm only gon' get bigger, niggas wanna see me lose
Pull me to the money I'ma move, this a motherfuckin' stick up
Want everything in twos
(?) number one don't come with moves
Over how ya figure
Bitches jumpin' out they shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to choose?
Purple weed even more liquor
Foreign down the avenues
We got shit to fix your attitudes
School of hard knocks grad, you wasn't up in my class
New Orleans nigga rob you in a Mardi Gras mask
Catch you down bad, dirty as a grave yard
Mama workin' slave job
(?) behind bars
Fuck I gotta say to y'all?
Nigga never gave me shit I had to play baseball
Find a field with pitchers, the real talkin' on the mic
Streets got me softer like (?) fallin' off of (?)
My niggas can't read or write
But they keep they heaters tight
Hit up I need the stripes
I don't know how I sleep at night
I think I need faith cause the world's on my shoulders
See my enemies closer
My friends turnin' into vultures
I'm only gon' get bigger, niggas wanna see me lose
Pull me to the money I'ma move, this a motherfuckin' stick up
Want everything in twos
(?) number one don't come with moves
Over how ya figure
Bitches jumpin' out they shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to choose?
Purple weed even more liquor
Foreign down the avenues
We got shit to fix your attitudes
Had to deal 'em with a copy, I've been occupied
20 thighs block me in, strength of mobster ha
Now it feels like this pain is bumpin' when my rums collide
And (?) I see that bullshit with binocular eyes
My hearts are pocket sized, check how I monopolized
That fire hits the tire, hope your doctor nice
I hit the weed, toast the sky the helicopter flights
My game proper, game changer, make you drop your price
I'm on the bucket list, bullets won't stop my life
Yeah my heart's a block of ice
He doubted me I shot them twice
Powder V on sour D
Man of the hour's me, the powerful know how it be
Give a fuck in all actuality
I'm only gon' get bigger, niggas wanna see me lose
Pull me to the money I'ma move, this a motherfuckin' stick up
Want everything in twos
(?) number one don't come with moves
Over how ya figure
Bitches jumpin' out they shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to choose?
Purple weed even more liquor
Foreign down the avenues
We got shit to fix your attitudes
Had it made with gun powder
All my brothers under the gun tower
My mama tryna catch crank sales on the lunch hour
My blunt sour, everything parked in the front ours
I tend to rob when I feel I'm amongst cowards
You know when some niggas is given too much power
You gotta see if they know how to use it
Still shoot the chopper by my lonely don't confuse it
All this fake rapper music I (?) 'fore I lose it
I put every bullet in this clip one by one
Once I do it you gon' here bout what I done
My goal in this game get rich like 50
Never touch another brick and get a bitch like Mickey
I'm only gon' get bigger, niggas wanna see me lose
Pull me to the money I'ma move, this a motherfuckin' stick up
Want everything in twos
(?) number one don't come with moves
Over how ya figure
Bitches jumpin' out they shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to choose?
Purple weed even more liquor
Foreign down the avenues
We got shit to fix your attitudes
(Fatality) Ya digg? It's goin' down like that that there. We're gonna hit you upside the motherfuckin' head with nothin' but gangster music man. Hey Whoo Kid I want you to him 'em upside the head and let's take off y'all