WEAPON! Lyrics

Keep it on me, never Second guessing

I got me thr 30, I feel like Stephen

If I step to this bitch, got like hella weapons

If he still with that talkin', we cross em like intersection

Had to practice for these bitches that want attention

Acting like you see the factor you did it right after

Get the fuck out my mentions

This shit ain't matter, my pockets getting fatter

A year ago, this shit was empty

I told y'all I used to get sadder

It's part of the factor I bagged me a 10 just like Messi

Yeah we knock off his noggin to get him knowledge

If he talk then he talk cause he never got it

And that bitch like to stalk, cause she always want it

And I sip on exotic, it's in my body

First we knocked down that door, and we step in silence

Then got hit with that (shh) , and we made him silent

Yeah, we made him fly, but he not a pilot

How you talk on the net but in person quiet

Used to watch all my moves, now you pocket watchin

Did this shit from the start, now your pockets droppin

Had to swipe off a bitch, now I'm milly rockin

And she wanna see the stars, so I'm takin' that bitch in a Rocket

I got me two choppers, they cockin', they kickin' like Lu Kang

If he walkin', he stoppin', I knock on his noggin

My cartier glasses need new frames

On the way to the top, I ain't need a method

If you send me that text, I won't see the message

Standing up at the top, yeah, I'm steady flexin

Slap a nigga like I'm Will, cause I got me the Smith & Wesson

Yeah, how is he sleep when nobody slept him

Keep it on me, never Second guessing

I got me thr 30, I feel like Stephen

If I step to this bitch, got like hella weapons

If he still with that talkin', we cross em like intersection

Had to practice for these bitches that want attention

Acting like you see the factor you did it right after

Just fuck out my mentions

This shit ain't matter, my pockets getting fatter

A year ago, this shit was empty

If I told y'all I used to get sadder

It's part of the factor I bagged me a 10 just like Messi

All of my competition, need to write on the composition

For all those notes that I gave him

All of these niggas is oppositions

And they talkin' with em', ain't nobody gon' save him

If you fallin', then nobody caught him

When he hit the ground that shit prolly safer

Keep it on me, never Second guessing

I got me thr 30, I feel like Stephen

If I step to this bitch, got like hella weapons

If he still with that talkin', we cross em like intersection

Had to practice for these bitches that want attention

Acting like you see the factor you did it right after

Get the fuck out my mentions

This shit ain't matter, my pockets getting fatter

A year ago, this shit was empty

I told y'all I used to get sadder

It's part of the factor I bagged me a 10 just like Messi