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