STRONG

B***h you left me with a broken heart
I was breakin down bad on my birthday
I done seen all the fake in the worst way
And my brother cross me in the worst way
And its easy to say, I was stupid all along
How the f**k you gon break? A lil ni**a I had to be strong
Dont want no question bout my life, I gotta big reason, I dont do a song with them n***as
Them n***as dont hang with real killers
And you know that Im unforgiving
And he taking that deuce right out his backpack, yeah
Big ol 30, gon knock his face, Im shootin them black gats, yeah

All them, ni**as they cappin, they stretchin the cap, they be strechin the fitted, I call em Yo Gotti
All in my DM talking bout a BM, the f** you gon do? You aint clap at nobody
I got sky dweller, tell a b***h Im the plug, I be swaggin all over the Mazi
Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin

Whole gang behind me, if you get it f**ked up thats RIP
They gon have to get go some new white tees
And sh** feel safer around me
I got respect in my city, lil b***h, go head, try to kill me
Ima hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah)
Ima let you know, you dying with me
Because, b***h I be that baby devil
Blood on my Balenciagas
b***h we shootin aint no problem
Bro want that, he know I got him
Thirty deep up, in your place
Fifty deep, if you want rake
Young rich ni**a, I feel like Mase
I said, young rich ni**a, I feel like Mase

Ima f**k on your treesh and then count on my cake
Let em get you real quick, while I hop on a plane
When they talking that sh**, all up down on your name
What the f**k you wan know me? You just know my name
Ima beat that lil bih like a batting rink
What the f**k they be talking? They cappin it
Got a 30 extended, Im dragging it
All the lies that they told me, imagine em

I just rolled me a blunt, I aint passin it
All of my jeans, Im ashin it
And none of these Glocks average
Put faith to my brother, he blasting it
I done made it out, on some rapping sh**
Still in the hood, on some savage sh**
My new b***h only eat salad
She somewhere watchin her calories
Probably somewhere f**kin in Cali
I used to post up in the alley
I aint do all the talkin, dont @ me
I pull up if you send me a addy
When I hit it, she call me daddy
Big dawg, dont do no braggin
All the drip, lets talk bout fashion
Hard work lets talk bout passion
Tote this heat like a dragon
Plenty hoes, like a pagent
This foreign automatic, I hop in then I dash in it
Lets skrt, put her on a perc
I heard her say she hurts
Now that should work, you dont need a nurse
Call me if it get worse
Her p***y wet, Im finna surf
b***h Im a hot boy, like Im Turk
Signed to the streets like Im Durk
Stop hatin, ni**a get you a verse
All this snitchin probably get you hurt
All the dissin probably get you a shirt
And if I said it then I meant, Im not twistin up my words
Im probably posted in the middle of the street, holdin up birds
Like f**k the world, f**k my old girl and b***h f** k what you heard
And come around with the rider now you just might get served
Put my trust in ni**as word and got everything I deserved


All them, ni* *as they cappin, they stretchin the cap, they be strechin the fitted, I call em Yo Gotti
All in my DM talking bout a BM, the f**k you gon do? You aint clap at nobody
I got sky dweller, tell a b***h Im the plug, I be swaggin all over the Mazi
Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin
Whole gang behind me , if you get it f****d up thats RIP
They gon have to go some new white tees
And she feel safer around me
I got respect in my city, lil b*** h, go head, try to kill me
Ima hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah)
Ima let you know, you dying with me
Because, b***h I be that baby devil
Blood on my Balenciagas
b***h we shootin aint no problem
Bro want that, he know I got him
Thirty deep up, in your place
Fifty deep, if you want rake
Young rich ni**a, I feel like Mase
I said, young rich ni**a, I feel like Mase