I AIN'T HAVING IT

Catching these bodies like Baghdad, you better run when I come back

Fuck with his girl cause her ass fat, she leaving you like a bad dad

I get a check, gotta cash that, movin' to the cheddar, gotta have that

Shootin' at your homie wearing all black, only shit I'm spitting is all facts

Run around town with a big Mac glock, bullets hit his brain, no fuckin' thoughts

Nigga shut up, do what you taught, we shoot that pussy right at his spot

All your songs just fucking flop, bitch keep on talking and you'll get dropped

Hospitalize him now he in shock, three weeks later he turn to chalk

Hit a nigga hard like an 808

Bullets burn skin they all motherfucking radiate