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Im bel air nigga and I'm handing out barz, got up and pulling up with them scars. Fell up and now I'm sellin gold stars. Grow up and maybe you won't fall so far
Im bel air nigga and I'm handing out barz, got up and pulling up with them scars. Fell up and now I'm sellin gold stars. Grow up and maybe you won't fall so far

Cause I pull up in an i8, all you do is spread hate, don't ever think bout your fate (from me)
Cause All u know is sad days, set ur house ablaze, so you trynna play with Issac hayes (I see)

But me and my nigga stay strapped with a K
Talk shit talk shit on the gram every day
See the stick with me like I have a kid on the way
Fuck that, let's see if he can talk shit in the grave

I been used by niggas, I been used by bitches
One thing I ain't never do was get in my feelings
Most of these niggas never been in no trenches
None of these hoes, don't put in my business
I don't need no nigga, I don't need no bitch
'Cause if I get locked up they ain't gon' send me shit
Got a bag, I'll put it on your head, lil' bitch
Y'all broke ass niggas can't tell me shit

Cause I've fucked four bitches
But you've sucked your snitches
Hold up and you might even wash the dishes
Go on lil bitch and catch some fishes
Cause other than me they'll grant your wishes

Ain't enough money for a bus pass nigga
Hold up or are u gonna skip class nigga
October got you feelin like a black ass nigga
Better get sober or u gonna get gas nigga

Ur gonna get shot up, so better bring back up
Ur bitch is just a suck up, we never gonna link up
Ur gonna get fucked up, so go on and get a check up
You never put them drinks up, cause your just a massive screw up

Have you ever seen her, cause shes in my beamer
Thought u can rap, ur giro another dreamer
And I keep a pistol off white lil' dawg (Huh?)
I'm like Lil Pump, he a smacker, lil' dawg (Yo what?)
And I only hit designer in the mall
All these diamonds on me, got me feeling like Paul Wall
And what person said that you could ever ball
Cause when going against me you look pre small

U thinkin trap trap trap on the road motherfuck
U do cap cap cap on ur load motherfuck
I just tap tap tap on them hoes motherfuck
Better get back back back, or i blow motherfuck
U thinkin trap trap trap on the road motherfuck
U do cap cap cap on ur load motherfuck
I just tap tap tap on them hoes motherfuck
Better get back back back, or i blow motherfuck


Sellin out clothes and shoes like Prada
Talking bout bass and drums navana
Trynna get clout like we in Havana
Letting out bombs like world war nada
Pull up with them sticks like the song “Bali”
Gotta ring it up with them bands like Cali
See the drip wit me, Ballin like Fahim Ali
U just need a fried get a border coli



Wanna flex with kappa, don't do it
Tryna play volleyball, can't do it
Tried to get a 95, but blew it
Backed out of a fight, who knew it
Wanna flex with kappa, don't do it
Tryna play volleyball, can't do it
Tried to get a 95, but blew it
Backed out of a fight, who knew it


So u better keep locked up cause ur gonna get fucked up even if you see me in the streets. Yeah

[build up]
I go hard on this beat
Better watch out for me
Better stay off the streets
Or you will get heat

I go hard on this beat
Better watch for me
Stay off the streets
Or you will get heat


So go cry bout Chessy stop of hangin with Jesse
While I'm with jay rock pulling up no hesi
But the real reason bitch is ur too messy
So prolly back up and stop being pressy

An you dropped no drizzy, Trynna get me all dizzy, shits trash cause you only be rappin like iggy. An youll prolly be like thsi song no biggie, But gettin more views gon u na be a lil tricky


So head back to brampton, while i'm staying at north hampton, and i'm hopping out the phantom while your munching on that plankton, and stop lookin at Chessy during physics, she dosent like you know yoir limits. Thinking you can rap? Then Get some real lyrics. when u die there gonna ballistcis and When your dealing with all gimmiks
Imm gonna be off in the olymnpics
Buying mansion in the pacific
While your there being so autistic