My account, tellin me to calm down The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out Could give a fuck about later Im on now Ha, you the shine is what I do though Bitch, you know Im I bought a necklace and a 2 do Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB killin rap niggas, just what I do though These niggas is lame, they always and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the dick Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin the same bitch Niggas like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch Pop records bought me Ferrari, thats a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas my number change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my changed Hit-boy, all these rappers wasting I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas heat Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I blow shit up, get up Cause boy you get rid of fuck with my old bitch, its like a bad fur Every nigga done had her or treat like a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches codes, but Im the password Now its time for young niggas to shut shit If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground Put him out, hes all the sneakers on his chest, he barely breathin Like its lights out, he took a Hand on his chest, holding his heart, of allegiance Damn, his cold, need a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!