1911

Since a nigga speaking lowkey
Tell them niggas back up off me
Shit be getting weird outside
In a minute
Imma fuck around and cap the homies
Bitch I need to hit the finish line
Gonna give me mine
Keep a pistol on me
Shorty tryna give up brain
While I'm switching lanes
You don't even know me
Two faced with the shit
Niggas say they legit
Don't know if I believe you show me
Bitch might paint a pretty picture
But as soon as I dismiss her
Shorty barking till her mouth gets foamy
Nigga swear he ain't a clown
Every time I come around
Niggas really get to acting phony
Life closed another door
Fuck around and Count to four
Kick it in like a nigga owe me,
Shit
Gossip
Gossip
All on the gram outta pocket
I'm just tryna make some deposits
You talking too much nigga stalling
Jogging
Jogging
Ain't matching my pace bitch I'm walking
Shorty type crazy she stalking
You get it
You get it
We from the Southside
With the issues
Know you been soft
Like a tissue
Nineteen eleven standard issue
Hammer cock back
They won't miss you
Feel that knock back
I won't clip you
Shorty look back
I might tip you
Whip that hatchback
It's a missile
Jack Black bars
Why your shit artificial
I got it like that
I got it like that
Fuckin with me keep your heart intact
Bitch you thirsty
Best cop you a camelback
Mad annoying
On god I won't call you back
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Straight insomniac
Huh
Red in my hair
Like I'm coming for blood
Dirty Dior's
Stomp you out in the mud
These niggas straight pussy
I'll make you my son
Shorty a freak
Yeah she wanna have fun
I'm with it
She'll turn to a maid in a minute
Can't save her
A jack of all trades in the trenches
Won't speak but you'll catch
These charades in a minute
A villain since I was masked up
On the lenses
Fence sitting
These niggas talk shit from the benches
Just tryna ascend
And spark up my ambition
If you took offense
Then that was my intention