Like The Last Nigga

I ain't like the last nigga, I be countin' racks nigga

Gucci, that's the tag nigga, Subi on my ass nigga

I got hella black pistols, I'm gon kill you, I won't diss you

Hallow tips, yea they gon hit you, I walk down, bitch I won't miss you

Shoot-Shootin' at em, I got road rage, nigga I been off the drank, for like four days

You can't rap about that shit, you ain't felt no pain

All you niggas really bitch, yall ain't gon blow a thang

New hunnits, yea they keep on coming in

Brodie told me he want her, if she gon bring a friend

You know he gon hit that shit and she gon call again