Honorable Mentions ft. Johnny Mozzo, Benn Phranq, Hayden Hennessey, Tha X-Mann & Jmo 2Times Lyrics

Just walked in, I'ma show all I might, and I might

Walk to the corner and plug in the mic, been on my back give a fuck what you like

Fuck what you like, I do what I want to, but I earned the right

Only make boss moves, don't fuck with the hype, don't fuck with your type, bitch

X walked in this bitch drop bombs, air strikes

I ain't talkin' bout exhaust when I gave her pipe

They'll do anything just to generate likes

You have to admit you're wrong to do right

Found my balance, now I'm stable, mm

Play no games, no fable, mm

Benn sing to ya bitch like Abel

Words smoother than cream cheese on a bagel, mm

I could give a fuck what you like

Clutch with the cards in my zone and I'm playin' them right

Nervous system deprived, been in my bag all night

Really ain't wastin' no time, really I've been on my grind

Focus ahead for the team and you watch how I shine

Off of the green, your bitch in my seeds

She say she in love with my bling, she say that she mean

She talkin' with her passion, say she in love with the fashion

Say she in love with my rappin, hop in the foreign and I'm crashin

All of us stay gassin

Like a jet in the sky, we steady blastin

Don't need no glasses to see cappin

I don't say much, but I be rappin, okay

I switch my flow because I am the wave

Don't talk to me unless I'm getting paid

I work too hard for this, I'm self made

I'ma keep goin' till I get this bread

Hey, yeah, she look at me

She like the way that I gleam

Hey, if you fuck with me, I'ma make you cream, yo

OG Smoke rollin' out the sunroof, bad bitch with me

Let me hit when I want to, strippin

I pay for colors, like what the ones do, tippin

Ain't a problem, baby, all my funds cool sippin

At the bottle, baby, comin' out, glue, let loose

Get the juice, but it ain't nothin' new

Young handyman with the two, don't need screw

Mama cryin' cause her son on the news

You gotta live with the choices you choose

That's blood, money, but them hunnids still blue

It ain't no thing you won't shoot, I can shoot

Might chill with your bitch, then tut her, & boot

I can make coke in the New York School

From Oklahoma, Blake Griffin, the boot

Kush aroma when I walk in the room

Been a player

Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' warlock

Never make it out with the motherfuckin' door locked

You're not the one, what the fuck, you's a bruise

On the gang, he's a motherfuckin' sore spot

Poor guy thought he had it in line

No ducks in the road, now you run out of time

Now you need to make a move or I'll go and make mine

But I'ma take my time, go ahead, lil' bitch

Go ahead, yeah

Go ahead, lil' bitch, yeah

Go ahead

Too late, here we go again, dead fam four

Ain't even close to the end, gotta wait for it, baby

Bada-bada-boom, bada-bing

Whole lotta motherfuckers rappin' and then singin' in the dead fam, baby

Now I'ma fuck what you think

And we ain't finna link if you ain't with the dead fam, baby

Now I'ma keep stackin' my change

And you keep fuckin' hate on the motherfuckin' dead fam, baby

That's right

And we gon' have a good-ass night

Even if we get in a fight, yeah

Even if the silly-ass bitch wanna just put my hair, wanna scratch, wanna bite

Gotta assume the position

Gotta assume that you with it

Put it down, motherfucker

Down, motherfucker

Down, down, down, motherfucker

Down, motherfucker

Gotta put a tip of the dick in this bitch

If she really got the itch for the motherfuckin' riches

Dead Fam four, bitch

What the fuck was that