My account, tellin me to calm down The billboards me to climb down Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could give a about later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is what I do Bitch, you know Im I bought a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, just what I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the same Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the same Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin over the same Niggas funny like comics, Im nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane Switch it up on you niggas my number change up on you niggas, yeah my number changed Hit-boy, all these rappers beats I all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I blow shit up, get up Cause boy you get rid of fuck with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry done had her Trick or treat like a pumpkin to smash her Bitches codes, but Im the password Now its time for young niggas to down shit If you yappin in the club then you They say he trippin, on greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely Like its lights out, he took a Hand on his chest, his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!