Hand up Yeah I see you riding my wave I stay away from the hate Surviving while working for minimum wage I gotta run from the Jakes Ain’t trying too get treated like one of their Slaves Hands up wait Please get your gun out my face I got your badge officer One eighth seven, twö eleven Yeah Please get your hands off my neck I could hardly breathe Please I’m begging you for air That’s Every morning I’m grabbing the keys and leaving out in whipping the foreign I’m too smooth now Put the boos down Listen whenever I talk, Using knives No fork Crooked cops Oh boy Ever got fucked up Beat down by the cops lil nigga Ever got pulled over with 4pounds in the back seat nigga Feeling like that’s me In the back street Where your skin grow thicker I done seen grown who was so tough Just froze up nigga When they pick poles up brains splash on that Yukon pickup Shit I abuse more liquor T shirt get a few more picture Ever saw your man got high Jumped off the roof Thinking he could fly Ever saw your man got high Kid nap his kids Then do a dime. Ever saw your man moms died Yours dead told him Get a job Usually at the party Shooting at somebody Was a stick up kid Drove a black Denali Shoes was shiney Kept a 22 Fit in the shoes Stalk lobbies With his dudes Fucks some babies momma too Grimey niggas From the jects Also plotting on your jewels If you ain’t packing you a fool Dirty Bronx vibes Keep your third eyes on your crew They be quick to cut a deal 4, 5 or the Duce. Triple sixes that’s if you go to trial and you blue Nah these streeeta ain’t missing you Another day another dollar You’ll be lucky if you make it one year During lock up No more gonna for the righteous minds You sober doing doing time. What a life to live Fucking with those hoes Now you stuck Inside What’s on your mind Living life in luxury And dining

She want a nice guy yeah A choo she on a mission Got her thigh high Bumper sitting high like steps, You ain’t lieing Bout dat Vex Got dem looking at your hand And they ain’t see a band on it . See she groovy Black face in a Gucci’ Issa movie, Got her flying on maps And when she touch road Every man want dat! Yard party beat down A wall like bap Soldier been here on her own. No cap It’s over She’s floating in the mattress Scrolling posing on camera Snap chat all the angels, Caption Readers what happen.... It’s like I want the finner things life Without the hype, and now they see me Eating and everybody want a slice, Slew dem Appropriation This my culture So I school dem Run with automatic Moving slow Like I’m from Houston Why you over there Just looking I went from eating Jelly sandwich in the bookings. I miss my granny My kitty Always cooking A blind man With the roosters in his living room Aight fam That’s how you live I ain’t judging you Hey Rolling up windows In traffic we tinted Gave her some jewels Told her everything Grow that is living Poppa was fooled He found a way out The liquor is wicked I took a pull And passed the loud And got back on my mission She want a nice guy yeah A choo she on a mission Got her thigh high Bumper sitting high like steps, You ain’t lieing Bout dat Vex Got dem looking at your hand And they ain’t see a band on it . See she groovy Black face in a Gucci’ Issa movie, Got her flying on maps And when she touch road Every man want dat! Yard party beat down A wall like bap Soldier been here on her own. No cap Let’s start the intermissions Rolling in the Bentley or the Beamer I’m a dreamer like the king Martin luther, Fenty under armor Got the navy underwear, Bad gyal, keep it fully loaded Right In her brassieres, Choo she on a mission She chatting too no pigeons Move little a different From the story she was given Proudly bouncing back Got the stacks in the kitchen Salt tay cut the steak like salt bae On them bitches Hey Party in the back I’m moving with your misses You heard that I’m a Mac The proof is in the pudding You hold a sister back And then she started pushing Mans from the ends Big up dem Yeah I’m cooking Gyal like roci ah me friend dat I put it down for my family You can bet dat And if you doubt me I’ll be damn to forget dat You heard my name And respect following That. She want a nice guy yeah A choo she on a mission Got her thigh high Bumper sitting high like steps, You ain’t lieing Bout dat Vex Got dem looking at your hand And they ain’t see a band on it . See she groovy Black face in a Gucci’ Issa movie, Got her flying on maps And when she touch road Every man want dat! Yard party beat down A wall like bap Soldier been here on her own. No cap

Hey bend it over for me Drop it low Make it clap Mac Nolia for me Hey You ain’t shy Buss it open for me Let me know If tired of being broke and lonely Hold up Haysus hopping out The cizar Hit the bar Take a flick Light the cigar Shorty thick Bought a drink It’s a spin off X You ain’t lit Like I’m like lit Off the pilli Buss it bus it Yeah you know I love Touch your knees And bend it over it over Let me see the monkey Yeah she gotta donkey And I’ll be right bike Too much sauce I be drippy All around the map Your girl kind a fire Let me pipe that Her man is a lier if he ain’t like that I’m player like it’s my bad Came in the party dress mike jack Bands on for her Dance on a handstand I’m lit With your bitxh In bathroom I’m smoking a spliff She on that too She rolling with me Nigga not you

I’ve been holding back Shorty on a mission This that nolia clap I’m on the map Clap clap That ass And let me pull your tracks. Ouhh This that Anita Baker Falling catch vapors Counting all this paper Ouhh ... SUKUS on my body Diamonds shining in your face Probably catch a body If you know what’s on my waist, She just popped a pillie Told her slide up out my place She tried to Cosby me But I don’t got no case You know it’s late You know what time I’m on I need some head like Tylenol The first nigga trip, He on a plate You hear the siren dog. Pop a nigga Tell your dogs to get me See who’s side they on, Your bitch a freak She done sucked the meat right up off the bone, a deeper throater , she ain’t playing with the microphone. Hey tell your nigga that he pussy So you not alone, I palmed her ass and Hopped back in the whip on Firestone’s I’m on a mission Glizzy poking out The joggers whoa Bag back If you fall in love have that Night cap, One night What’s the cash ap Imma mash that With mask on Hit the porn hub For the cash back Uhhh Hash tag Where your mom at Hash tag Where the dogs at You it’s lit And the gal dem no dig dat No offense If the fabric is miss match We throw a wrench If you dripping tell you fix dat You know I’m Bent And her friend Got some big racks This verse for the bad mon Slap walls When the beat turn up Out of state 3 years Dogs dem dead but my tings turn up Look at the rappers,that never did maximum,chatting bout guns And they clapping em I fuxk with a few That’s an acronym Many men died by an accident Why are you backing them I’ve been gone for a minute Now I’m back And I’m turning up Almost lost it nigga Hear pain I witnessed You ain’t changed my nigga Never down Just counting up Till that day we winners Fuck the fame Let’s get it

Man's Don't talk tough . When a gyal bout Man's Never lost My yute better find out Hop out with the fire out Flame mans With iron out I and I Rough tougher Than time out Where your gyall dey Me a fly her out Mans Never lost my yute Better find out Hop out with the fire out Flame mans With the iron out I and I Tougher and tougher than Time out Straight She get the job she a the indeed. Flee I don’t talk tough to the Gyal dem I’m a sweetheart pass me the condom Hahaha She said I’m so handsome I done jumped off the table In some pussy like a yard Man, You know that’s no problem? I don’t jumped into beef With some pussys then robbed them I ain’t got no Conscience Haaa How could I stop and I’m good at this Salute to black excellence I cannot quit I’m already rich But move like a Mexican Do the work But you tripping cuz?! I got family looking over me! Made it out of that emergency Kissed my rosary’s They ain’t murder me Now it’s on sight But it been a long night And it ain’t no days off When you in. That dog fight I could of been made off I’m talking about my last life I’m talking about the pastright Before I was here, before I was here Before I was Getting too the bag. No mon tuff like me Dog Keep. A one stretch p o n me Roll bambu Drink nuff cercy Awk Spit. p on A old enemy Don’t talk Don’t give them no energy Half a the Gyal Dem a fewe Other half Big Gyal dem Get busy Half hour pass Gyal Dem a drink and dance Talk dem a talk Gyal beat down pon de wall When the song too bad And it just turn off We no watch mon Gyal dem a pass Big batty jaw no draws Uhhh I could of been made off I’m talking about my last life I’m talking about the pastright Before I was here, before I was here Before I was Getting too the bag. I could tell she’s looking for hitting Mans posted up And I’m rolling up a swisher Let’s get busy