Maybe he's next
Out here
He said what?
(Oh my God, Ronny)

Look, I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let 'em lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

I fucked a bitch in a Wal-Mart, gettin' Tootsie Roll
I had to pack, had the Wesson, no Smith though
He tried to front on me in front his friends and fam
I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know, hmm
I came a long way from bando
Now my boss is a flavor like Kenneth Cole
I walked up on a crack gang, what they hittin' for?
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes

I hit a seven and picked up a dinner roll
I get the bread, then I fuck me a centerfold
I bought a Perc' like my name is Gorilla Zoe
I'm from the place where the killers and sinners go
I just cut the grass and showed the motherfuckin' snakes
I took off my bandanna and showed my fuckin' face

Rose gold bandanna, I tatted on my A
Five thousand dollar soap, every time I bathe (ayy)
I just told her, "Maybe I mean what I say" (ayy)
I don't really play and I hope you think it's shade
I had to jot down a name to remember ho
When I come back with this K, I'ma kill a ho (woo)
Thought I wasn't gettin' no syrup
I put my cum on her face but I'm pitiful (yeah)
I got a pack of them Skittles, bro
All different flavors and all different flavors
Type of hoes, all them centerfolds, hey

Look, I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Kill me a ghost so my jacket got stains on it
Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let 'em lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

Don't say RJ when I mrLA on it
Got a machine gun and it got a K on it
You got a dead end, somebody gon' pay on it
I got a bed and your bitch wanna plank on it
Cut the cocaine with the creatine, ayy
Fuck your dead homies and your memories, ayy

I got a gun, nigga, auto and spray on it
I don't do lay away, I cannot pay on it
Foot on their neck and I swear I'ma stay on it
Can't rush my greatness so they gotta wait on it
You niggas too sweet, I could just put my bae on it
I fuck on a granny, her hair, it got gray on it
Get you down bad, I'ma blow out her back
These niggas too slimy, I'm playin' with the sack
I got this stick, I'm equipped
YSL ballin' like we won a 'ship?
These niggas are hoes, I'ma go off the rip
Walk through the back, like, "Take me to the VIP"
I send her back just to get some more hip
Ass is so fat and it's soft as her lip
Gave her the D, now she lovin' the Crip
If he wanna play, got his name on the tip, uh

Look, I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let 'em lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

I fucked a bitch in a Wal-Mart, gettin' Tootsie Roll
I had to pack, had the Wesson, no Smith though
He tried to front on me in front his friends and fam
I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know, hmm
I came a long way from bando
Now my boss is a flavor like Kenneth Cole
I walked up on a crack gang, what they hittin' for?
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes

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Writer(s): Colson Baker, Jeffery Williams, Martinez Arnold, Omar Ucar, Rodney Brown Jr, Ronald Spence Jr.