I had money, way before the deal Still ain't got no deal, I'm flexing looking like a meal Everything I spit a hit, I flex like doctor Phil You ain't in the field, homies dying, boy you squeal Aye I was gangster way before them Glocks Grew up in the south ain't never banged another block For bitch to see the hoe in you, your nigga was a opp How you ain't a star, I'll beat you at the top Mac eleven heaven clip Hope you go to heaven bitch Ain't no back and forth, lambo straight up off the dealership Get some head and then I dip Stop All that capping, running lip, I'm echelon I'm off a zip, like a doll, bye bitch Backwood, just like me, some dirty and a sprite Let you pipe my bitches twice My money long it made me nice I got shit I never had, double digits do the math Bet that bitch ain't go to school, who she passing looking ass Bitches ain't gon' never pop, but tryna compete Don't fuck with goofy niggas, bitches I like savages freaks What's a team with dumb bitches, I be riding with heat Try to help these hoes, I failed, but they was aiming at me Cut throat killer bitch Slow, break a kilo I'm a gang banger Real bitch, bout my pesos Gotta lay low, feds watching Wanna take my mans Don't you? Semi automatics, for niggas who be speaking on me I had money, way before the deal Still ain't got no deal, I'm flexing looking like a meal Everything I spit a hit, I flex like doctor Phil You ain't in the field, homies dying, boy you squeal Aye I was gangster way before them Glocks Grew up in the south ain't never banged another block For bitch to see the hoe in you, your nigga was a opp How you ain't a star, I'll beat you at the top Let's talk about these bitches, how they capping Run them numbers up, Asian Doll, I'm never slacking Girl your really dumb, throwing gangs you don't know I'm a real doll, ten toes on the floor White bitch booted and she sniffing all the coke Roll a backwood, five grams in that hoe Texas lean gold, pussy sweeter than a roll Riding with your nigga he be pressing on my toes Blow you like a candle light I get higher than a kite Bells in the mail Bitch you stupid, you can't spend the night I got cheat codes to the game, that's why I'm winning You a goofy when you fumble, that's why you losing Bullets hot like the sun, targets make you run Put a beam on that bitch, target from the sun All these bitches wanna do is just wash away How they fuck you ride around with a pussy 8? I had money, way before the deal Still ain't got no deal, I'm flexing looking like a meal Everything I spit a hit, I flex like doctor Phil You ain't in the field, homies dying, boy you squeal Aye I was gangster way before them Glocks Grew up in the south ain't never banged another block For bitch to see the hoe in you, your nigga was a opp How you ain't a star, I'll beat you at the top