Something

I run those streets

I make these beats

Everytime I pull out my strap these niggas wet there sheets

Running away from me is cuz you a snitch

don't worry bout it i got you're bitch

 

Keep playing wit me

i'm find you and kill you with a twig that i rip off of you're damn apple tree

Nigga you got no hoes or bros

cuz i took them all while blowing 1000 dollar O's

 

I have so much money

I can register you as a gay funny bunny