My account, tellin me to calm down The billboards tellin me to down Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out Could give a fuck about bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is what I do Bitch, you know Im flexin I bought a and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB killin rap niggas, thats just what I do niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the dick Im tired of these niggas, tired of over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I rich My shit be up in galleries, a when I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane Switch it up on you niggas watch my change Grown up on you niggas, my number changed Hit-boy, all rappers wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I blow shit up, get up Cause boy you get rid of Dont with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every nigga done had her or treat like a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for young to shut down shit If you yappin in the then you surrounded 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 out, he took a beatin on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, need a Took em shopping, bought em pair of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!