In the streets been chasing a stack
Touching in racks while spitting these facts
My Hitters on go, don’t lack
Ya mouth been hot, but we dishin y’all tic tacs
Straight up spit real hollows
Cause these choppas and rounds got kick back
Ain’t about what you say better sit back
Facades you throwing just Mitch match
Talking all Hard, ain’t meant for dat
Not on my boulevard you ain’t meant for dat
Riding with stars, ain’t meant for dat
Flexing protesting how the f*ck where you get it at?
Talking all Hard, ain’t meant for dat
Not on my boulevard you ain’t meant for dat
Riding with stars, ain’t meant for dat
Flexing protesting how the f*ck where you get it at?
Me and Izz spit real hollows, live today gone tomorrow
I hear yo mama sorrows, niggas fake is all that I know
Tryna live inside a condo, hit my weed plug on the pronto
No I do not roll with fronto, leaves patience’s gone I almost
Took a life of nigga not meant for that
On the gram look hard tryna flex straps
But he really get his shit clapped
Put a toe on ya tac who u ticked at
Straight Up, I give no f*ck
Like stroking her up from a nut in her guts
Niggas mouth stay running amok
Im chasing the guap, keep running it up
Hoes never know what they want
Still stunt I catch my nut
