2018 Lyrics

Bitch this ain't 2018

We ain't popping no mother fucking Xans

If you got a Glock in your pocket bitch pull that bitch out and shake up your mans

I got a stack in my pants, I hit the G-lock dance

She wanna talk, wanna dance, I'mma stiff hand, go fuck on my man

I make it rain where the ponchos

On God I'm having them hunchos

Getting a lil tired of the south take me to New York I'll fuck up the borough

Look, the sun coming out I'mma make it rain won't wait on tomorrow

Niggas screaming fuck the cops, they need to free my man, he ain't show no sorrow

Yo bitch Wanna take a pic, Randy Moss'n

Knock a nigga out, wok inside me, Ronda Rousey

If he can't get them G-locks in, he not really bossin

All white ones match a nigga teeth really flossin

And he say he from the six, we don't know your name

I got matching glocks one for my bitch, we got matching aim

Make them bullets mold a nigga mitt, like I'm Johnny dang

Rob his ass and strip him like a bitch, won't even take a thing

Bitch thats petty change

You know it's Trissy baby, 1500 gang

Make them niggas say my name

2, second life nigga, 2