WEEK Lyrics

Man you know I like to win

Losing just not in my book

Tell them niggas take a step back

And watch a nigga cook

I swear that i go crazy

Every time im in the booth

Yea my glock is a gemini its always switchin moods

I told her i dont give a fuck

Had to turn them niggas up

If you try me you outta luck

Way too quick get turned to dust

My niggas dogs we some mutts

You hoes barking like some pups

Stack yo bread, yea thats a must

Momma hate it when i cuss

Man you know me, i aint never really gave a fuck

We shot him n he survived

He done used up all his luck

Put my right stick up

Like im trynna do a truck

Man these niggas really gooses

Bullets make them niggas duck

I wanna jit but its a joke

And my family gimme hope

I aint a thug, but bout dat coin

Ima send em to the pope

I can rap on any beat

I got drip just check my feet

Ima grill all night cuz, i got metal in my teeth

Flip a pound just took a week

That bitch never made me skeet

Put 100 on his head

And now dat nigga onna tee

Pop that bitch just like pill

Boy you dont rob you niggas steal

Told that woadie grab da steel

Tell him shit bout to get real

Sent my homie onna drill

We wont talk bout dat kill

My whole team just flipped his bitch

Ask that nigga how he feel

How you gangster but you broke

You aint thug bitch you a joke

And im feeling like dat clown

Cuz ima make dese niggas float

Yea im with the gang

Man you know im w da mob

We gorrillas jus like grodd

Whole gang strapped like it was cod

Red dot

Green beam

Man you know that we got mods

Boy u know not a gangster

We should whoop yo ass for fraud

Man he talking foul finna hit em like a free throw

Feeling just like lynch in dat field

And i go beast mode

Im stacking all dis cheese

Niggas think i gotta cheatcode

Shout out speaker knockerz

Ima fuck his bitch to freak hoe

Ima take u out the game

You dont got to get on the bench

Treat that boy like i do yoga

Promise ima get em stretched

How the fuck you hustle backwards

How the fuck you making less

How the fuck you call us opps

Still aint lay none of us to rest

If you gon come bitch you better come correct

Told my brother thats locked up

Im out here stepping on dey necks

Better hope that ion see em

Dont leave yo house without yo vest

A-plus on all my shit im not da nigga u wanna test

Them boys dont make no bread

Niggas not makin no wheat

Boy u not a stepper

Who the fuck said u can speak

Man we outside them niggas hiding

Hide and seek

Yea my bullets go through houses

Loaded up w 223's

We gon spin like a tornado

Boy im hot like a volcano

The way we pull up deep

With all them guns u think its Halo

Flip a pound jus took a week

That bitch neva made me skeet

Put 100 on his head

And now that nigga on a tee

Chillin in my city

You niggas broke cant get up with me

I put niggas on

But fuck niggas can't even gimme 50

And its cool cuz if you my dog

Then you know you gotta eat

Gotta cousin in miami he stay biting on his tee