My account, tellin me to calm down The tellin me to climb down Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck about later Im on now Ha, you the shine is what I do though Bitch, you know Im flexin I bought a and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats what I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, the same dick Im tired of these niggas, of arguin over the same bitch Niggas like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a switch 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 wasting Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I blow that up, get up Cause boy you get rid of Dont fuck my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every nigga done had her or treat like a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for young niggas to shut shit If you in the club then you surrounded say he trippin, on some greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the on his chest, he barely breathin Like its lights out, he a beatin Hand on his chest, holding his heart, of allegiance Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!