My account, tellin me to calm down The billboards tellin me to down Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could a fuck about later bitch Im on now Ha, you the shine is what I do though Bitch, you know Im flexin I bought a and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats just I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the same Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, the same dick Im tired of niggas, tired of arguin over the same bitch Niggas funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint My be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch Pop records me this Ferrari, thats a lane switch it up on you niggas watch my number 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 that up, get up boy you cant get rid of Dont fuck my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry nigga had her Trick or treat a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for young niggas to down shit If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on some shit He didnt listen, now he to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely Like its out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!