Lyrics:

I just smoked a big pot, totin' on a big glock
I been driving fast, mothaf*ck a pit stop
luh b*tch tryna suck me up, i think not
I thought you was the best but I guess not
You said you wasn't like the rest but I guess not
Im totin' on a Johny Test this the best Glock
The switch blowin like a Tec but the Ref not
I gotta lot to gain baby, you get left out
You hoes all the same, baby, you should dead stop
Tired of bein' so humble I think im the best out

Tryna take him off the map when I ride in that scat
ima keep me a red dot

F*ckin' that b*tch so crazy you would think its Mojang how that bedrock (Damn)

Yall boy just talk alot
No I never think ever the guap would stop
And my pockets so fat ima walk with knots
I remember them days I was selling rocks
I remember them days I was selling bags
I remember yo hoe tried to leg lock
I aint trippin', I tote on a Kris Vect
You be trippin', you turn into Chris Rock
They tried dissin' on LO like who next?
Got them (not important) boys in a headshot
Big dog, I aint really playin' with yall boys
My niggas fuck around they playing with them toys
Baby tryna live this life, naw it aint a choice
Aint tryna hear what yall about, yall aint making noise

Na - FIN

Guess NOT! {A9}

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