I'm not tryna rap with' you fuck boys I'm not tryna hang with' you fuck hoes I'm just tryna get it for my loved ones If you get in the way then you can get killed And I'll put that on everything I love, I mean honestly I'll put that on everything I love, I promise you I'll get it I'll get it for the weekends that you stared at me And stayed up late to see if maybe you would get a call from me You didn't I'll get it 'cause I owe you for the windows that got broken, bottles, bikers, I was caught up in the middle, I'm sorry On everything I love, I mean honestly, I'm sorry And I'll put that on everything I love, I promise you I'm not rapping for the women, 'cause the hoes who hang with rappers act like spoiled fucking children I'm just rapping for a living, I been out in LA chilling I been shooting vids with hipster chicks and making fun of vixens I been fucking with them new flows I been finding all these new hoes and my new shit 'bout to wreck all you Robins and Carusos These rappers outdone themselves Couldn't hang if they hung themselves They don't hold their guns themselves They just won and they run they mouths I'll do it for mama and papa and Jenna and Maya And everyone will get everything that their little heart ever desired And I will go back out to Paris forever And I will go back out to Paris forever With all of my shopping bags filled with "designers" And all of my memories of all you whiners Shout out to Edmonton, y'all are a bitter gang Every time that I visit I'm wearing a bigger chain I'm not tryna rap with' you fuck boys I'm not tryna hang with' you fuck hoes I'm just tryna get it for my loved ones If you get in the way then you can get killed And I'll put that on everything I love, I mean honestly I'll put that on everything I love, I promise you I'll get it I'll get it for the weekends that you stared at me And stayed up late to see if maybe you would get a call from me You didn't I'll get it 'cause I owe you for the windows that got broken, bottles, bikers, I was caught up in the middle, and I'm sorry On everything I love, I mean honestly, I'm sorry And I'll put that on everything I love, I promise you (I'll get it) Yeah, ask all my people, I'm down for whatever As for my people, they down for whatever They leant me some money, I'm paying them back But I'll do it with music, I'm not going back to hanging out in that back room with them strippers Albuterol in my backpack so they can lose weight and I can flip it I ain't ever been no bitch, bitch I been on my low grind, got your girlfriend hooked on heartbreak songs You're mad because you know they're mine And I turned you down and said I don't do features Then you heard me on your homie's track I recorded for cheaper Then I quoted you, but to quote my girl "Fuck everyone and anyone. It's us against the world fuckers" And I ain't ever worried 'bout the rumors, B-Sharp and the B don't stand for "bad aim" when I'm shooting I dare y'all, I don't fear y'all, I was made for all of this shit I'm a hunter and I'm near y'all, y'all dear to me and shit. Aye I'm not tryna rap with' you fuck boys I'm not tryna hang with' you fuck hoes I'm just tryna get it for my loved ones If you get in the way then you can get killed And I'll put that on everything I love, I mean honestly I'll put that on everything I love, I promise you I'll get it I'll get it for the weekends that you stared at me And stayed up late to see if maybe you would get a call from me You didn't I'll get it 'cause I owe you for the windows that got broken, bottles, bikers, I was caught up in the middle, and I'm sorry On everything I love, I mean honestly, I'm sorry And I'll put that on everything I love, I promise you (I'll get it)