Michael Myers

I'm tryna spend money, can't come up out somebody like me, I'm a young fucker, I'm a young ass nigga who get money, don't post at the store

Dumb ass bitch, she tryna fuck me with nowhere to go, two long jeans and a fat ass jacket, that's a bubble coat

This shit ain't royal, I'ma tighten up your lungs if you want to smoke

Pistol in my pocket, don't need no strap, I got this bitch on me

Livin' what I rap, shit, I get money, what the fuck you mean, stop lookin' for a doubt when I hit the club

I'm just here for green, stop lookin' for a hand, I get some motion, let's get to the green

Fluttered out my neck and bust a truck down, they got cameras on me

Walkin' with my feet, I'm really steppin', they got hammers on me

Tell me how you feel, your feelin' hurt, let me put some money on it

I been scarfed for life, this shit too deep, can't put a bandaid on it