My account, tellin me to calm down The billboards me to climb down Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck about bitch Im on now Ha, you the shine is what I do though Bitch, you Im flexin I bought a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB killin rap niggas, just what I do though These niggas is lame, they always and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, the same dick Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I rich My be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane Switch it up on you niggas my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I blow shit up, get up Cause boy you get rid of Dont with my old bitch, its like a bad fur industry nigga done had her Trick or treat like a just to smash her Bitches codes, but Im the password Now its time for niggas to shut down shit If you yappin in the club you surrounded They say he trippin, on greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he to the ground 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 cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!