strong

Bitch you left me with a broken heart

I was breakin' down bad on my birthday

I done seen all the fake in the worst way

And my brother cross me in the worst way

And it's easy to say, "I was stupid all along"

How the fuck you gon' break? Lil' nigga I had to be strong

Don't want no question 'bout my life, I gotta be real, I'm not doing a song with them niggas

Them niggas don't hang with real killers

And you know that I'm unforgiving

And he taking that deuce right out his backpack, yeah

Big ol' 30, gon' knock his face, I'm shootin' them black gats, yeah

All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti

All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the fuck you gon' do? You ain't clappin' nobody

I got sky dweller, tell a bitch I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazzi'

Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin'

Whole gang behind me, if you get it fucked up that's RIP

They gon' have to go some new white tees

And she feel safer around me

I got respect in my city, lil' bitch, go 'head, try to kill me

I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah)

I'ma let you know, you dying with me

Because, bitch I be that baby devil

Blood on my Balenciagas

Bitch we shootin' ain't no problem

Lil' bro want that, he know I got him

Thirty deep up, in your place

Fifty deep, if you want rake

Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase

I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase

I'ma fuck on your treesh and then count on my cake

Let 'em get you real quick, while I hop on a plane

When they talking that shit, all up down on your name

What the fuck you wan' know me? You just know my name

I'ma beat that lil' bih like a batting rink

What the fuck they be talking? They cappin' it

Got a 30 extended, I'm dragging it

All the lies that they told me, imagine 'em

I just rolled me a blunt, I ain't passin' it

All of my jeans, I'm ashin' it

And none of these Glocks average

Put faith to my brother, he blessed in it

I done made it out, on some rapping shit

Still in the hood, on some savage shit

My new bitch only eat salmon

She somewhere watchin' calories

Probably somewhere fuckin' in Cali

I used to post up in the alley

I ain't do all the talkin', don't at me

I pull up if you send an addy

When I hit it, she call me daddy

Big dawg, don't do no braggin

All the drip, let's talk 'bout fashion

Hard work let's talk 'bout passion

Tot this heat like a dragon

Plenty hoes, like a passion

This 40 automatic, I hop in then I dash in it

Let's skrt, put her on a perc

I heard her say she hurts

Now that should work, you don't need a nurse

Call me if it get worse

Her pussy wet, I'm finna surf

Bitch I'm a hot boy, like I'm Turk

Signed to the streets like I'm Durk

Stop hatin', nigga get you a verse

All this snitchin' probably get you hurt

All the dissin' probably get you a shirt

And if I said it then I meant, I'm not twistin' up my words

I'm probably posted in the middle of street, holdin' the walls

Like fuck the world, fuck my old girl and bitch fuck what you heard

And come around with the rider now you just might get served

Put my trust in niggas word and got everything I deserved

I'ma fuck on your treesh and then count on my cake

Let 'em get you real quick, while I hop on a plane

When they talking that shit, all up down on your name

What the fuck you wan' know me? You just know my name

I'ma beat that lil' bih like a batting rink

What the fuck they be talking? They cappin' it

Got a 30 extended, I'm dragging it

All the lies that they told me, imagine 'em

I moved out the X, like 3 years ago

New city, with some spanish hoes

Say they jack me now, they ain't did before

I was busy selling glass, I ain't give a fuck

Run it up, a nigga got a load

I ain't really go to high school

I was trippin' off, boy my momma know

Fuck they talking 'bout, I ain't really from the A

Shut your fucking mouth, how you really do me dirty?

But then get tight when I don't jack niggas

Bitch I'm from the BX, I might go to PA for a week and flip another pack

I don't chill with nobody, don't know how to act

I got bitches on molly, sippin on that yak

They be telling me "Baby boy, keep your head"

I be telling 'em "Bitch I'm always with that lead

All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti

All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the fuck you gon' do? You ain't clappin' nobody

I got sky dweller, tell a bitch I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazzi'

Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin'

Whole gang behind me, if you get it fucked up that's RIP

They gon' have to go some new white tees

And she feel safer around me

I got respect in my city, lil' bitch, go 'head, try to kill me

I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah)

I'ma let you know, you dying with me

Because, bitch I be that baby devil

Blood on my Balenciagas

Bitch we shootin' ain't no problem

Lil' bro want that, he know I got him

Thirty deep up, in your place

Fifty deep, if you want rake

Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase

I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase

All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti

All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the fuck you gon' do? You ain't clappin' nobody

I got sky dweller, tell a bitch I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazzi'

Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin'

If you get it fucked up that's RIP

And she feel safer around me