He Shoots Better than Steph

I woke up, life aint a dream. i'm bout to go back to sleep /

Life has duct taped my mouth, where I can't even speak / and

hogg tied my hands so I had to make a plan. Shit aint easy,

to play the man. You want Grafiti , spray the can. You want Wheezie,

you pay a grand.

Let me say that shit again cause yall fake niggas dont understand/

You want Graffiti , spray the can. You want Wheezie, you pay a Grand /

Thats that Tattoo talk/

Outlined like chalk.

If you think, Gates the illest out. Go ahead and fill this out.

Its an application my nigg...If you wanna become Bigg /

I'm Suge like Pac before the beamer got popped.

 

I aint gotta tell yall niggas whats coming next , just listen /

If you can smell what I'm cooking, it's cause I got Rocks in the kitchen.

and I aint talking bout Hov /

I'm talking bout that coccaine boiling on top of my stove.

I aint saying I'm the Future, Or the Rich Homie Quan.But I could smash yo bitch homie moms

wit just one of them bombs.

I could serve yall a little or lot with the little I got.

BAAAABYYY Wont YOU Come MYYYY WAaaYYY...I'm Fetty Wap

, My watch , resemble the one that LeNN-OX on Belly got.