A Lot of This

I Grew up out west

It's a lot of this a lot of that

B.O.N bitch

Skinny nigga but my pockets fat

Feins going wild

They piled in my trap house

Pass out jug

We send em in we send em out

Shooters outside pop in then we popping out

Be careful with his life tough luck now he crapping out

We ride late night with glocks tucked yeah we vamping out

We got free smoke

You want beef then we hand it out

My niggas on that hot shit start you up end you out

My money up

the police lock me up

Bitch I'm bonding out

I heard the hoe be fucking with the opps

I'm just finding out

I'm Debo these Niggas nemo cause they be hiding out

Shoutout to my jeweler make my Jesus piece say Hallelujah

Trigger squeeze pray the lord forgive me for being a shooter

Racing down 290 drive the foreign like it was a scooter

Maison Margiela my shoe

True religion like a Buddha

I remember like yesterday

My mom try to keep me in the house but I wouldn't stay

The streets made me the streets paid me

Pops was a Heroin addict momma raised a crack-

Young ass nigga with a old ass soul

Kick dope sold blow wore the same damn clothes

My wrist locked

water whipping out the same damn bowl

I done made a lot of money off my grandma stove

I'm a rap star standing on the block with my gun topped

Foreign hood star Ima mob I'm a hood star

I get the party rocking

bitch the club hopping

love shopping spending blue cheese like a egg salad

Pouring liquor on the hoes in V.I.P

Bon appetite bitch it's a feast lud foe done ate the beat

Aye kid look what we did

We took over the streets

Stayed up in that studio working and we didn't go to sleep

Free all of my niggas I'm with em and I kno they with me

R.I.P my niggas I'm going crazy until we meet

I'm a shark in the water all these rappers is dead meat

I treat em like my sons they lay with me as a dead beat

I feed em crumbs

Swagger jackers be biting me

I'm fucking bitches they crazy tryna entitle me

Lud foe say you love me and tell me that you won't lie to me

Nigga you ain't a killer don't die for something you tryna be

I locked these rappers out the game I need my privacy

The police looking for me they having trouble with finding me

Fuck a judge I never budge I know she tired of me

My plug got the pigeons and birds he make em fly to me

Nina Ross lil pretty pussy I make it squirt for me

And All my niggas love me to death you can get hurt for me

I started selling dope cause that school shit didn't work for me

I'm flexing like a wrestler moving weight like I'm Hercules

I'm from the slumps grew up off ramen noodles and pork&beans

Memeber I had to cut from my jeans they were to big for me

Told em that Ima make they laughed and said you kidding me

Fuck the police and whoever tryna get rid of me

Gang