Caught a nigga slippin' off the green, I fucked him with two Nina's I can't take my family nowhere, they like to shoot people Just swept a nigga house with a broom, I swear I be too clean I just bully opps with their gangs, I swear I be too mean Niggas do all that poppin' on instagram, but ain't gone kill nothin' Pulled up in a dawn, another nigga in a wheel chair I'll drop a fifty pack on his blind ass, I ain't got no chill button We bought 70 zips, I swear I'm the real champion Bodies drop, silly opp, yes I'm a drill rapper I don't need a pill, Jack and Jill can get a bar from me Gave him 32 but where his shoes? I just like Barkley speak Now he's no longer like you looking for Barney sign RIP don't start with me, these niggas be some party bangers In the suburbs with a drum on me like bitch go find me Charlie's Angels These niggas hardly dangerous, they really hardly riders Just look for all my diamonds, they be in all my comments Lurkin' like a bitch, I'm steady worried 'bout my wrist is broken Ridin' in the Coupe behind the tint, it's thirty sticks and sodas I hope niggas keep they heads high cause I'm gon' split it open I got Pippie on the dance floor, finna get jiggy on 'em ADD my Chakra autism, it just be spittin' on shit These niggas never on shit, they block, they never on it You see these pepperoni's, I left his melon open Niggas be tellin' on shit, it's cool his daddy from here I be laughin' at these niggas, wrist dancin' in the mirror Mike Jackson on these niggas Don't try to diss me, it's catastrophes for victims Go look at the crime scene, it was tragic where I left 'em He was drivin' with no hands, I had the ratchet out the Tesla Your man's gone, we heard 'bout it, that's unfortunate Burn his block down, Glock rounds, I be torchin' shit I'm the ruler, you get spanked if I hear potty mouths Just left a opp head on his shoulder like he was noddin' out, ooh Put a drum on it, you mad, then come and hunt for me My bank account is lovely Do your family really love you B? You in the ambulance, all these noises, I know it's hard to think Rob who, nigga pardon me? Four-hundred up in pieces on my person, it's some cartages, bitches Damn Damn it, bobby [?] poppin' it Yeah, right You know I saw everythin', damn It's a hunnid, [?] Bitch