text: Boy, Im tryna tell you
  Fuck it, go in off the muscle
  Niggas never love you, dont respect your hustle
  Every time they see you, dap you up in public
  Second that you turn your back, they all like, Fuck you
  What the fuck wrong with these niggas?
  I wouldnt even get on a song with these niggas
  You might as well go put a thong on these niggas
  I smell the perfume or cologne on these niggas
  Ah, time to turn up in the city
  I pull up broad day with that choppa, lets get it
  These niggas act like they cant get they issue
  Bring Swerve out the cut and I send him to get you
  Pull up like, Who wanna see me?
  Try me if you dont believe me
  I got em like, Who Baby Jesus?
  The one that cashed out on that new yellow Beamer?
  No play-play, no play-play, Im bustin
  Im bout whatever, wont back down from nothin
  Perfected my craft, exercising my muscle
  Two guns in the club, kill the first nigga touch me
  Thats why I be chilling and minding my business
  Im half-way retarded, my mind is the sickest
  Welcome to Charlotte, and this how we livin
  From East to the West, better be bout your business
  In North to the South, fuck around, get your issue
  Re-up in Charlotte then come with your pistol
  Dont leave it in the car, I bring it in here with me
  Please dont get me started cause I dont like quittin
  On I-85 blowing smoke out the window
  Vroom, Im Ricky Bobby, I send hits like Boosie
  The first nigga try me, I pay for the bodies
  Just call me John Gotti, yeah
  It aint shit to send a hit
  Send a DM on the Gram, hit your bitch
  Got a MAC-11, 32 in the clip
  Keep a .45 with 15 shots off the hip
  Pocket monster, we strapped up in the V.I.P
  Fuck the security, we in the club with them pistols
  Catch him slipping, go knock the mug off a nigga
  Ask what happened, Sorry, I do not remember, damn
  Know how we do in the fold 
  No pressure, I know what do wit your ho
  Bet I make her feel special, I know what to tell her
  I sell her a dream, let her put on my necklace
  Then give her right back, know I had to finesse her
  Baby Jesus got more bitches than Elvis
  You know I got em, got me feeling like Welvin
  You already know that all dogs go to heaven
  All my dogs is some felons
  Fuck the law, aint no tellin
  I switched up the pace on the rental
  Pull up on whoever, just tell me who want it
  Im flat about all the subliminal messages
  My confirmation and niggas respect the shit
  I go to work like a muhfuckin Mexican
  Im so unimpressed with these niggas
  I expected the best from these niggas
  Im disappointed, thats to say the least
  Somebody wake me up, Im on the way to sleep
  I find it funny how these niggas changing on me like I didnt do this thing by my lonely
  Like I aint put work in, no handouts, I earned it, please dont say my name, lil nigga, you dont know me
  I make it look easy, but dont get it twisted, you aint built for this shit, I promise
  I love getting money, I love getting pussy, and both of em come with a whole lot of problems
  Im the future of rap in my city, not to mention Im known to fuck up some commas
  What you niggas know about taking niggas money just to go and give it to your mama?
  If I love you, I will never let you struggle, Ill give you my last, know I got ya
  And its Baby Jesus, you already know it, ayy