text: On God
  The fuck?
  That boy a pussy, I know, I done seen it 
  I switched up the engine, this bitch like a demon 
  I just tint the window, still ride with my nina
  Im still blowin reefer, I do shit illegal
  Just wanna rap and take care of my people 
  Never been a snitch, I dont know, I aint seen em 
  I swerve through the hood and spend time with my people
  This bitch like a party, I turned up the speakers 
  You reach for my chain, then you gon meet this heater 
  She not a keeper, I call her an eater 
  Im way overseas smokin overseas reefer 
  Bitch, I had the key back when I was wearing Adidas 
  Do bad by myself, so a ho, I dont need her 
  I count my own bands, accountant aint needed 
  Show love to my fans, takin pictures and greetin them 
  My niggas hotter than hot like the heat with them 
  Your bitch gon fuck when she see him cause I be with them 
  We was just broke together, now I eat with them
  Its not a race, thats on God, I dont compete with them 
  My niggas work, eat, aint no leech in here 
  You can get shot, murked just for bein here 
  He love them Percs, I dont know what he see in them
  My fault, blood, I dont know what he G in him
  Come from the bottom, I feel like Im P and them 
  Free my boy Smitty, I wish I could be with him 
  I do this for my city, I put on for foe and them 
  He move an inch and we might as well blow at him 
  Put that on God, its a gun on my shoulder 
  Rest in peace Matt cause I know hed go with me 
  Niggas I grew up with right at the show with me 
  That boy a pussy, I know, I done seen it 
  I switched up the engine, this bitch like a demon 
  I just tint the window, still ride with my nina
  Im still blowin reefer, I do shit illegal
  Just wanna rap and take care of my people 
  Never been a snitch, I dont know, I aint seen em 
  I swerve through the hood and spend time with my people
  This bitch like a party, I turned up the speaker 
  Please dont get me started, yeah
  Take that nine, put it on a artist, yeah
  Young nigga shootin up your party
  Fuck around, show em how we do it up in Charlotte, yeah
  I aint wanna deal with the feelings, I bought the head
  Hit her good, she walked out like The Walking Dead
  Hes somewhere loaded up strapped with a F&N
  These niggas goin out sad like they lost a friend
  We aint goin like that over hoes
  Ill never be one of these rap niggas wannabe bros 
  Talk to me, watch your lil tone
  I just made eight hundred thousand off two or three shows 
  How he pull up, them two or three hoes? 
  Whats the memo? Bitch, anything goes
  Say she like how Im puttin it on 
  Icing on me like a cinnamon roll
  I aint type of nigga ever trip bout a bitch, Ill politely pull up on a nigga, give him his ho
  Like, Here, know your boy gon have a fit, dont let him know 
  Real nigga, babe, you know Im stickin to the code 
  I aint gon tell him I put it in your throat 
  Or sat back and let you ride dick on your toes
  Left out in the morning with your pussy on my clothes 
  You better let the pussy nigga know
  That boy a pussy, I know, I done seen it 
  I switched up the engine, this bitch like a demon 
  I just tint the window, still ride with my nina
  Im still blowin reefer, I do shit illegal
  Just wanna rap and take care of my people 
  Never been a snitch, I dont know, I aint seen em 
  I swerve through the hood and spend time with my people
  This bitch like a party, I turned up the speaker