Opps be checking on my page, go check on your mans
Put like fifty in his face call him Johnny Dang
Put some ice up on her wrist, her shit was probably plain
I teach that bitch just how to shit like she ain't potty trained
My lil shooter itchin', bitch and he fresh out the can
Bitch I ball and shoot, bitch I think I'm Ja Morant
I tell Monte pull up shoot, you don't stand a chance
One point five in jewelry, that was my advance
Big stepper, rule the land, pink diamonds killa cam
Putting drugs on the road, pull a broad, I'm Peter Pan
Hit Detroit count up bands, flip the work and feed the clan
I could whip the pot and hold my glock without switching hands
Switch the drop, this a Mercedes, hit your block like let's go crazy
Riding through Detroit with that old boy, they think I'm Skilla Baby
Nodding of the perk but still alert even though I'm lazy
Hitting up my plug like can you put a switch on a three eighty
Opps be checking on my page, go check on your mans
Put like 50 in his face call him Johnny Dang
Put some ice up on her wrist, her shit was probably plain
I teach that bitch just how to shit like she ain't potty trained
My lil shooter itchin', bitch and he fresh out the can
Bitch I ball and shoot, bitch I think I'm Ja Morant
I tell Monte pull up shoot, you don't stand a chance
One point five in jewelry, that was my advance
I pull up in coupe, my lil niggas pull up and shoot
Hop out with switch, and kill a whole group
Call dawg off the glass, throw me a oop
When I'm in New York with the rebels
These bitches treat me like Rowdy
The same bitch think you a client
Give me the neck then I'm outie
I be outside everyday
My nigga it ain't hard to find me
Bitch hop on me, Karate
These niggas be smoking on blockie
I got more money than rappers
How the fuck is a rapper gon sign me
I be in the trenches like linemen
My niggas still fighting them bodies
Me, I be fighting my demons
I fuck around tweak for no reason
Hit a opp in the head and I'm leaving
You know me, I got over not even
Opps be checking on my page, go check on your mans
Put like fifty in his face call him Johnny Dang
Put some ice up on her wrist, her shit was probably plain
I teach that bitch just how to shit like she ain't potty trained
My lil shooter itchin', bitch and he fresh out the can
Bitch I ball and shoot, bitch I think I'm Ja Morant
I tell Monte pull up shoot, you don't stand a chance
One point five in jewelry, that was my advance
