WCW - Bankroll Mafia, Young Thug, T.I.

Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas

Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures

Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue

Don’t come around me, when nigga’s pop, I don’t got no feelings

I fucked your WCW

And I swear I don’t love her

Fucked her on top of the covers

Know I had to use a rubber

Diamonds on me and they’re custom

Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em

I got more rhymes than Busta

I had the grind, had the hustle

Now I got muscle

Thugger, he poured up a four, I said gimme a shot

Came from the bottom, went straight to the top

Went through the struggle, I came from the block

Now I’m on top, a young nigga got guap

I’ma keep goin' and I’m never gon' stop

Rockin' the stage and we sellin' 'em out

We out the street, how the fuck we gon' fly?

Book you a show, it gon' cost a whole block

Caught tryna rob and you’re gonna get popped

Know you heard 'bout me sendin' them shots

These niggas, they hatin', they watch and they plot

Got mine out the mud and it came out the pot

Flyin' on in, I don’t fuck with no thots

Don’t have to show 'em cause they know what we got

This is our year, you know we on fire

YSL shit, bitch you know what we 'bout

Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas

Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures

Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue

Don’t come around me, when nigga’s pop, I don’t got no feelings

I fucked your WCW

And I swear I don’t love her

Fucked her on top of the covers

Know I had to use a rubber

Diamonds on me and they’re custom

Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em

I got more rhymes than Busta

I had the grind, had the hustle

Now I got muscle

If you play, I’ma bust 'em

And my diamonds so brazy

They go crazy, they’re custom

I’ma stay big like a buzzer

Put that check on your head like a Muslim

Fuck her real good like I love her

Fuck her real good like no other

Tee top ridin' in a drop, nigga stop, shop

AKs fillin' up the spots, nigga, black ops

Serve a lot, mothafuck the cops, nigga what you got?

Red beams cover your whole body like the chicken pox

I’ma make her ride inside my ride

She my main bitch?

Oh yeah she lied, she my side

And I got more karats than a bunny, Clyde

No transmission, bitch, I’m never slippin', slide

You dig that?

Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas

Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures

Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue

Don’t come around me, when nigga’s pop, I don’t got no feelings

I fucked your WCW

And I swear I don’t love her

Fucked her on top of the covers

Know I had to use a rubber

Diamonds on me and they’re custom

Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em

I got more rhymes than Busta

I had the grind, had the hustle

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Trappin' out the dresser

Had them hoes in the SUV and Sprinter bus

Bitch say that they got in on a perc then we can’t touch her

God pop that A3333 'fore I bust her

When I slang that mothafucka

Cut

Remember me from that trap shit?

When I was knee high with a 3−5

Expensive denim and exotic leather

Nigga I ain’t ever wore Levi

One hunnid, we solid

Real nigga forever, gon' be there regardless

You don’t ever break the code, nigga

And never go against your partner for no ho, that’s some fuck shit

They were teachin' pimpin', now we’re masterin' the subject

They say the early bird get it, fuck who ain’t up yet

Fuck is you mean?

Fuck nigga you lookin' for me?

I be

Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas

Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures

Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue

Don’t come around me, when nigga’s pop, I don’t got no feelings

I fucked your WCW

And I swear I don’t love her

Fucked her on top of the covers

Know I had to use a rubber

Diamonds on me and they’re custom

Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em

I got more rhymes than Busta

I had the grind, had the hustle