My account, tellin me to calm down The billboards tellin me to down Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out give a fuck about later bitch Im on now Ha, you the shine is what I do though Bitch, you know Im flexin I a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats just what I do These niggas is lame, they always complain and the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the dick Im tired of these niggas, of arguin over the same bitch Niggas funny comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a switch Switch it up on you watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting I bought all my clique toys, no niggas wasting heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I that shit up, get up Cause boy you get rid of Dont with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every industry done had her Trick or treat like a just to smash her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its time for young niggas to down shit If you yappin in the club you surrounded They say he trippin, on some greyhound He didnt listen, now he listening to the bitch Put him out, hes all the sneakers on his chest, he barely breathin Like its lights out, he took a on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, need a em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of shoes Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!