My account, tellin me to calm down The billboards me to climb down Ha, pillow talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck about later Im on now Ha, you know the shine is I do though Bitch, you Im flexin I bought a necklace and a 2 do in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats what I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the same Get all up on twitter, get followers, suckin the same dick Im of these niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I rich My shit be up in galleries, a when I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a switch it up on you niggas watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number Hit-boy, all these rappers beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I that shit up, get up Cause boy you get rid of Dont fuck with my old bitch, its a bad fur industry nigga done had her Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to her Bitches codes, but Im the password Now its time for young niggas to shut shit If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on some greyhound He didnt listen, now he listening to the bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely its lights out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!