Can Tell Me shit Cause i dont cate bitch
All them things mine i won share bitch
Cocaine crew we the gold gang
Homie You Aint go money , Do Ya Own Thang
Augh, Augh
Do Ya Own Thang
Homie You Aint Got Money do Ya Own Thang
Shwagg Shwagg
Do Ya Own Thang
Homeie you aint go money do yo own thang Bitch
Yeah Im Honey Bitch And Im Lk
If The Money Evil Fuck it , I Guess Hell Pays
My Bitches sell weight , said the money got height
Bitch i got Jewels like the yellow himies got rice
But all my clothes right , so them bitches acting wrong
What It Seems Like , Im Living through my songs
A Group of niggas acting groupie tryna fuck me tho
But Im bout the Lyrics so I Just Cant Do It Fuck It Bro
F-F-fuck you lets go bitch im a queen what i look like
homie you feen what it brook right
Tell Yo Bitch Clean And Cook Rice
You Shooting Dirty But It Still Shwagg
I Tell Em Fuck Yo Feeling Cause im feeling good
I Dont feel Bad
Can Tell Me shit, Cause i dont cate bitch
All them things mine, i won share bitch
Cocaine crew, we the gold gang
Homie You Aint go money , Do Ya Own Thang
Augh, Augh
Do Ya Own Thang
Homie You Aint Got Money do Ya Own Thang
Shwagg Shwagg
Do Ya Own Thang
Homeie you aint go money do yo own thang Bitch
Fuck the Cops , tell em fuck of with they fuck shit
Dont try to test your luck kid , can be mean and cut
Suck Dick , Its Going down For the T Dot
Rappers Acting Cold with A Team , But bitch we hot
They Be Malicious But its the first queen,last kings
Y'all Wont reply to a request cause bitches asking
Shh.... They Say Im Ghost Than A Mother Fucker
Tell these Broads To Ketchup,cause My bitches All
Mustard
Yo bitch we all fucked her , now she feel like jesus do
And these Bitches Fucking with me , Just like A Penis
Look Bitch I Been A Boss ,Fuck What you Pussies Heard
Shit All these Bitches On My Clit Making My Pussy Hurt
Shwagg
Can Tell Me shit, Cause i dont cate bitch
All them things mine, i won share bitch
Cocaine crew, we the gold gang
Homie You Aint go money , Do Ya Own Thang
Augh, Augh
Do Ya Own Thang
Homie You Aint Got Money do Ya Own Thang
Shwagg Shwagg
Do Ya Own Thang
Homeie you aint go money do yo own thang Bitch
Fuck A Broke Bitch,broke bitch
Do Ya Own thang Bitch x4
Cause you broke bitch ,broke bitch
Do Ya Own Thang Bitch
Yeah You Broke bitch ,broke bitch
Do Ya own thang bitch
Now you broke bitch,broke bitch
Fuck A Broke Bitch ,Broke bitch HA!
Can Tell Me shit, Cause i dont cate bitch
All them things mine, i won share bitch
Cocaine crew, we the gold gang
Homie You Aint go money , Do Ya Own Thang
Augh, Augh
Do Ya Own Thang
Homie You Aint Got Money do Ya Own Thang
Shwagg Shwagg
Do Ya Own Thang
Uhn, Who shot cha'?
Said the mothafucka docta
Shit ion know, just pourin with my partna
They got the story mixed and shit.
With they own versions of different shit, Uhn
The same night I prayed to God,
Just thanking the holy father, he made a star
And shit
A youngin' still ain't die,
But let me thank destiny I'm still alive
So one time: Cause a youngin still alive
Two times: Cause a youngin ain't die
Three times: Cause fate had my side
Thank God, thank God, thank God
[Hook]
One time: Cause a youngin still alive
Two times: For the angle on my side
Three times: Cause fate had my side
Thank God, thank God, thank God
Just another show at the venue
Ordering a meal from the menus
Promoters got they info a mess
Tellin' other artist they part of our set, damn.
I ain't tryna disrespect, Ima artist myself
I'm just tryna be next, still!
We was tryna get shit done
While they gettin pressed and we ain't on nun
T raw hit the stage and the crowd was tooned
As I made my way to the dressing room
Rehursing, and practicing till I was sour
It was my turn and the out fit gold
Heisman one, and Heisman two,
Surprised all the people to pussy too
Showin the fans love and then I said peace
But still its a reason I ain't do meet and greets
[Hook x2]
One time: Cause a youngin still alive
Two times: For the angle on my side
Three times: Cause fate had my side
Thank God, thank God, thank God
We got in the car, we was waitin out side.
T-raw still on
It was almost off time, word
He was 'bout a spit rack city bitch
Then, the homies
Who was pissed tried to throw shit
But T-raw wasn't with it
Just world star, the homie
You'll see how he did it, damn
I ain't had a clue bout them guys
But I was being watched, cause I felt the vibe all day
And it grew with time
T-raw had a car and it look like mine
Ain't it fucked up!
Green light changed red, ain't it fucked up!
Its one car next to us, ain't it fucked up
How the streets got dark, ain't it fucked up?
15 thru the car, ain't it fucked up?
We all got down, smellin my own blood
Waiting for a sound
Ain't feelin shit, I was Numb. Shocked and paralyzed
One from the gun bullets thru the tiers, stuck at the block
Listened to the screaming Then I felt God
Doctor said I was fine, it was just fait cause it wasn't my time
Uhn, Doctor said I was fine, it was just fait cause it wasn't my time
God bless
[Hook x2]
One time: Cause a youngin still alive
Two times: For the angle on my side
Three times: Cause fate had my side
Thank God, thank God, thank God
Shout out to the audibles
90′s gold baby
Hey boo, what's up? I don't do love
So we can f-ck
We gonna do it all now
You smoke, I smoke, you drink me too, well good
Let's get drunk tonight
And all my bitches bad we getting cash
But we gonna spend it all tonight
So boo I'll do what I want to with you
We gonna have fun tonight
I be South side clubin, 90's night
And I'm at boo he was just my type
I asked em what's his name and what he like
He answered me and said, is it baby right?
I told em I'm 19 and live a gold ass life
But I'll tell what the 90s like
And I am what these niggas like
Just get me one night, Asian and take the pipe
So what you're waiting for?
You can like my outfit'cause I'm from the north
Young goddest, I can buy the stores
Independent bitch, you can have yours
Shit, we ain't got it, cup from the club
We can have party and drink
But if I make a move what the party gonna think still
It's whatever 'cause the party is shit
And I'ma show you the keys
And you show me your dick ey
Is it wrong if I bring you home
Tell all your homies we gonna be alone
Is our zone you found a gold as bitch
Two times gor a gold ass bitch
Come and get it
[Chorus:]
Hey boo, what's up? I don't do love
So we can f-ck
We gonna do it all now
You smoke, I smoke, you drink me too, well good
Let's get drunk tonight
And all my bitches that we getting cash
But we gonna spend it all tonight
So boo I'll do what I want to with you
We gonna have fun tonight
Honeycocaine bitch
Young goddess
This a 90s GOLD baby
Hey just vow with me
Hey just vow with me
Mother f-cker
Yeah, yeah I'm goddess, honey cocaine bitch!
Listen, ok
Ain't no bitches fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't no bitches fresher than my motherfucking clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique
And listen to my nigga bitch you better suck the
Better suck the, better suck the, haha
All these jewels making everything I sell gold
All my bitches wearing jordans and chanel clothes
What's the smell bitch it's motherfucking flower bomb
This your car, this your plane, this your showers some
Beamer and the benz,
The season I'm spend
Bitch I'ma count that and smoke weed with my friends
Then we X boxing, I'm dead as
Turning all of my bad ass
The tour bus, got a sugar pole
Now I bet these bitches gonn spread ass
Drinking all night, sleeping all day
I'm way to gold to care what you say
Bitch I'm about to blow, fucking tic tac
And ain't no bitches fucking with my clique
Ain't no bitches fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't no bitches fresher than my motherfucking clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique
And listen to my nigga bitch you better suck the
Better suck the, better suck the, haha
Click, clack, bang, bang, brat you hoe
I mix smatch a damn thang to Al Figal
Now I ain't fucking with you industry hoes
All you niggas are bitches y'all some industry hoes
And I'ma blast if you talking shit
If you ain't bout it, get to walking bitch
Cause my clique is full of hooligans
And I ain't tryina use a tooligan
Look I thank got it and I thank god
Should my ass gonn get caught
Me and my clique walked to her cribs
And I guess her bitch have called the cops
As the cops were on they way
I went out, she got robbed
And pussy got poked and pussy got popped
Ain't no bitches fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't no bitches fresher than my motherfucking clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique
And listen to my nigga bitch you better suck the
[Verse]
Tell these bitches I'm queen, tell these bitches I'm gold
If you been where I've been, then you'd probably turn cold
I give a fuck 'bout you bitches who got a problem with me
I do shit for myself, nobody got it for me
You got an issue with me, but you ain't licensed to speak
'Cause I be feedin' the streets, your ass is nothin' to me
I've been hot with the lyrics and I've been dope with the fashion
I said I want it I need, I done spoke, I take action
And when you talkin' I'm workin', I'm gettin' things I'm deservin'
But at a point I was hurtin' and gettin' nothin' like virgins
I be takin' my time, I'm only twenty years old
[Verse 1]
Runnin' away, runnin' away
Cupid ain't shit, throw the gun my way
Bullets spit at my face, tears fall from the sky
What a beautiful frown, it has kept me alive
Seeking for an answer but I feel like I'm far
Runaway bitch with a rebellious heart
What a dangerous game, hope you walk out now
'Cause love is a bitch and she talks out loud
Wish I was the type to maybe open my heart
Said it from the start, shit is cold and it's dark
So what? Lust me, or lust me not
Fuck trust and feelings, I trust my glock
[Hook]
Guns to the sky, runaway brides
I thought I told you thugs don't cry
I'm on my queen shit
I'm on my queen shit, yeah
Guns to the sky, runaway brides
I thought I told you thugs don't cry
I'm on my queen shit
I'm on my queen shit, yeah
[Verse 2]
Hittin' the ground, I be hittin' the ground
Escapin', what's left? I ain't tryna be found
You say it's my fault for dishonoring love?
But tell me I've been smart all along as a thug
I ain't takin' a chance, you get the piece from me
Love rips you apart, and it's so easy to see
So young and naïve, fuck looking for me
'Cause thugs don't cry, can't be waitin' for me
Loyal to rap, I'm only loyal to rap
Sendin' me love, I'm just gon' send her ass back
So tell me, lust me, or lust me not?
Fuck trust and feelings, I trust my glock
Looking at you, looking at me
Your eyes kinda cut like a dagger
But even when you're messing with me
You can't really mess with my swagger
And you can try to get me started
But I don't even care
Cause I can see you're jealous of me
At the end of the day it don't matter
[Chorus]
Cause if you go and going act like that
I'm gonna tell you get get get back
Don't push me
(Don't push me)
Don't push me
(Don't push me)
And if you go and going front like that
I'm gonna tell you take 2 steps back
Don't push me
(Don't push me)
Don't push me
(Don't push me)
Cause I,
I wanna get up off the ground
And you,
Are gonna turn yourself around
Don't push me
(What, what?)
Don't push me
Don't know why you thinking that you
Can get to me like a disaster
Cause Imma be ignoring you
You're thinking that you're fast but I'm faster
And you can try to get me started
But I don't even care
Cause when it comes to keeping my cool
I-I-I-I am the master
[Chorus]
Cause if you go and going act like that
I'm gonna tell you get get get back
Don't push me
(Don't push me)
Don't push me
(Don't push me)
And if you go and going front like that
I'm gonna tell you take 2 steps back
Don't push me
(Said don't push me)
Don't push me
(Said don't push me)
Cause I,
I wanna get up off the ground
And you,
are gonna turn yourself around
Don't push me
Don't push me
(Don't push me)
Now get, get back
(Get, get what?)
Get, get back
(Okay, okay, okay, okay)
I said get back
(I said it, I said it)
Get, get, get back
(What, what, what, what)
Get, get back
Cause if you go and going act like that
I'm gonna tell you get get get back
Don't push me
Don't push me
And if you go and going front like that
I'm gonna tell you take 2 steps back
Don't push me
(Man, don't push me!)
Don't push me
(I said don't push me)
Cause I,
I wanna get up off the ground
And you, are gonna turn yourself around
Don't push me
(Said don't push me)
Don't push me
(Said don't push me)
[Verse 1]
Don't be trying to touch my cream
Got the mask in the machine
In the trap with my team
Getting closer to top of this
Now go find you a coffin, bitch
Hey, competition is the mirror, hoe
Call me Coca, call me original, bitch
So natural!
Shoe, game always magical
Got the flow of a 90's kid
Whip all white, this easy shit, hey
Rap gonna keep me rich
Finna end your career, you sleepy bitch
Trust – better quit that act
Fake ass jewels, I'll strip that ass
All these hoes is punks
Let me make my money and smoke my skunk like
[Bridge]
Where the hoes? I'mma call some
All the way up from Brooklyn to Compton? Yeah
Where the hoes? I'mma call some
All the way up from Brooklyn to Compton? Yeah
Where the hoes? I'mma call some
All the way up from Brooklyn to Compton? Yeah
Where the hoes? I'mma call some
All the way up from Brooklyn to Compton? Yeah
[Hook]
Young Coca pimpin'
(And that's how I do it, hoe)
Pimping, pimping
(And that's how I do it, hoe)
Young Coca pimpin'
(And that's how I do it, hoe)
I'm Pimping, I'm pimping
(And that's how I do it, hoe)
Young Coca pimpin'
(And that's how I do it, hoe)
Pimping, pimping
(And that's how I do it, hoe)
Young Coca pimpin'
(And that's how I do it, hoe)
I'm Pimping, I'm pimping
(And that's how I do it, hoe)
[Verse 2]
Fuck around on the wrong one
Turn you to a fan when the song done
Where the hoes? I'mma call some
All the way up from Brooklyn to Compton? Yeah
Check the all black Jesus piece
Kids with gold teeth at my meet and greet
All my goldies hold it down
Hit the islands now, I'm golden brown
Cut the fuck shit, not tonight
Rather play station and eat some rice, word...
They love the fashion bite
They just can't live my faster life!
My wardrobe mean is fuck
Got a new chain, it's clean this fuck!
Used to run from the cops
I'm still Honey C from the block like
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Outro]
Compton
Compton
[Verse 1]
Back in my zone, and I'm killin' the raps
Leave me alone, little slut, 'less you talkin' 'bout facts
Got some gold in the stash, I ain't shortbread and you wack
Step away don't get clapped, your team is nothin' but trash
Bitch I shit on you – and I don't even try
Fuck he goin'? Pride, nigga, I ain't never lied
Probably once or twice, 'cause my brother got locked
I ain't finna say shit, 'specially not to the cops
You twisted little bitch, keep it loyal and rich
Hella gold on my neck, feelin' royal as shit
Been workin' like a slave, so I spoil my wrist
Fuck is up with you kids? Tryna know all my biz
[Hook]
Better watch your mouth, dumb whore
Makin' my money and stayin' lower
Better watch your mouth, dumb whore
Makin' my money and stayin' lower
All the time I hustle cause that's what I do
Hold it down for mine and the goons in my crew
I ain't no murderer... but I'mma do what the fuck I gotta do
Nigga, I ain't no murderer... but I'ma do what the fuck I gotta do
[Verse 2]
Give me a break from all the drama and shit
Always gettin' paid, bitch, gossip 'bout this
Used to try to find a way, just to make me these cents
Since the grind's paying off, bitches hate me since
Bitch, I'm the generation's hip hop voice
Love me or be jealous, homie, it's your choice
But see me when you see me, homie, fuck that noise
Ever since I made it big, all the homies employed
Don't start with me bitch, you're loosing yourself
I got plans, you don't even got a clue 'bout yourself
It's all good, young thug, I'm just showin' you ropes
Check your beliefs, little bitch, don't choke
Give a fuck about nothing
Only need my money and fam
Ain’t the type to get violent but I will fucking go ham
Fuck around with my plans, I turn your brain into jam
My homies here to be mandatory, all up in my hand
You fronting, I’m leaving, shut the fuck up
I’m a hustler, believe it, you nothing but dust
Don’t get taken, get broken, all for them bucks
No witness, no pictures,
Them asians be clutched
Pockets on casino, my paper on halupinio
You a fucking dumb square, no mercy you getting repo
20 gold chains, just got out from the jet
Just got the word from japan, bitches tordy a set
[Hook]
Throw them dollars in the air, cause me and the homies
We on the grind
Throw them dollars in the air, cause me and the homies
We on the grind
Middle finger’s in the air, middle finger’s in the air
You can catch it anywhere
Middle finger’s in the air, middle finger’s in the air
You can catch it anywhere
Riding round with 4 packs, I’m trippin or my store stack
Your style wild, where’s yours at
Fuck rap money, get more racks
Dumb bitches only came for the deal
You think it’s game over cause you made you a mill
Bitch, you ain’t making no bank
Checking my accounts and it’s whole tank
Smoking on some loud, and it’s all dank
You the bitch in the club who got no drank
Ah, I got my feet in some jays, bitch I stay hard
My entire life is worthy of a trademark
Getting rich it don’t matter what the season is
Spending a rode in my portorican bitch
[Hook]
Throw them dollars in the air, cause me and the homies
We on the grind
Throw them dollars in the air, cause me and the homies
We on the grind
Middle finger’s in the air, middle finger’s in the air
You can catch it anywhere
Middle finger’s in the air, middle finger’s in the air
[Verse 1]
Gold bricks to the ceiling – it's dope, fuck your feelings
Kickin' it with my gangster bitch – trap game got her dealing
Queen since I was born – scars all in my arm
Tell your hoe she's been warned – tanning somewhere that's warm
Gripping a trigger, as I get bigger, I don't trust these hoes
Damage my liver, drinking some liquor, parties on my boat
Call me the boss, fuck what it cost, animals on my coat
If I get crossed, you will get tossed, bullets in your throat
Smoke all in my lungs – bags all in my trunk
G's all in my circle, like rum, pum pum pum pum
Bitch, slow it down – no doubt 'cause I'mma be rich
While you bitches just stand around waitin' for some dick
[Hook]
I am the one, get you a gun, bitch, I'm with my clique
Don't act dumb, I ain't no fun, bitch, I'm chasing chips
This is the team, this is the fam', this is 416
Yeah we get green, yeah we go HAM, better shut your lips
All-white special chopper – talk to me, you talk proper
All-white special chopper – talk to me, you talk proper
All-white special chopper – talk to me, you talk proper
All-white special chopper – talk to me, you talk proper
[Verse 2]
Welcome to my glory hole – who are all these foreign hoes?
Y'all bitches is all the same – real talk, y'all some boring hoes
All-white special chopper – talk to me, you talk proper
Fake rappers, imposters – all you sluts is dick hoppers
What you got to offer the game?
Bitches shakin' ass just to get 'em some fame
Never catch me huggin' 'cause these bitches is lame
Asian don reppin', got the flag in my chain
Gold all in my nail polish – watch me, Chanel ballin'
Heard them hoes done snitched me out
It's cool – I still won't tell on 'em
But when I see you best believe it's a thing
Best believe I am paid
Best believe you'll get blazed, bitch
[Hook]
Oh, he's the one, he's the one, he's the one that I want
He's got that heat, heart I believe in,
Heart that could beat my own
And, we can be, you can be, I can be anything you want
Everybody knows it, everyone knows
[Verse 1]
I need a moment for the moments that's needed
This is fate, I believe it, they say that death can be cheated
I live the life of a queen, put my heart out with dreams
God will protect my achievements, 'cause nothin' is what it seems
Got ambition and passion, don't act like it's a surprise
They expected my weakness, but I managed to survive
Feel determined, yet hopeless, and it's a shame that you gone
You was trouble with battles, but you an angel to one
I have conquered my struggles, I've been blamed and named
Yet I wouldn't know success if I didn't know pain
It ain't nobody's fault, they just made it a problem
How the fuck they gon' progress if society got 'em?
Security and unity – thinkin' they defeated me
God made his children with his beautiful purity
[ Verse 1 ]
I was blessed with the skills to make a bitch feel like shit
I got the traits of queen, so bitch it is what it is
Tell my enemies remember me, as long as they live
Cause I come through, I fuck shit up
Then I take yo’ bitch
Uhh, cut the lights out, ain’t fuckin’ with a lame bitch right now
Uhh, been about it from the 6th grade
First time I ever hit a bitch face, first
Excuse my attitude, still a goon gone do what she have to do
All you hoes like snacks, fuck a diet though
I eat these rap bitches stay quiet ho
[ Hook ]
Off with yo’ head then show me the bread
I’m laughin’ at you hoes, but I hustle instead
Off with yo’ head then show me the bread
I’m laughin’ at you hoes, but I hustle instead
Can’t help It If I’m icey bitch
I’m just an icey bitch
Can’t help It If I’m icey bitch
I’m just an icey bitch
Can’t help It If I’m icey bitch
I’m just an icey bitch
Can’t help It If I’m icey bitch
I’m just an icey bitch
[ Verse 2 ]
If you weak ass bitch don’t yell for me
Shout out all my homies from the LBC, yea
From youngins to OG’s, my arrest gold, you can tell it’s me
What up with it, competin’ with a goon, good luck with it
A shit load of dumb hoes copyin’ me
So a better yet, a motherfucka’ cut from it
I’m nice with the flows, I swear to God it’s some fire
Probably sign all you rappers by the time I retire
From the streets, better show me cheese
Bitch show yo’ weave
So original and G, follow my lead
You’ll be samplin’ me
Tryina get me pressed, I don’t think you should
Fucking with my family, I wish you would
A couple dumb bitches got smacked for that
That’s why I got the motherfucking mac for that
You lay flat for that, think it’s a joke my good
Rip to homie he done left so soon
24 karats when I enter the room
My style so original, click clack boom
Hoes gonn be hoes for sure
That’s fine by me, bitch know your role
My bitches so gangsta but still got class
My niggas getting money, they ain’t worried bout ass
[Hook]
It’s god damn town, bitch I parked in
Coming like 100g’s in a compartment
My homies got the keys to my apartment
I remember the days when I was starving
All my same homies in the back, wassup
Got all the same homies in the back, wassup
All my same homies in the back, wassup
Putting all the asians on the map
Honey fin to make hits this year
Holler at me hater only god I fear
Survived all the pain, I’m just starting my 20’s
Who the fuck oughta a star when I’m 20
Gold gang, motherfuckers know who we are
Set a few goals to bring my company far
Young cocoa, report to I
Wearing things you prolly can’t aford to buy
But it’s cool, all the shit don’t come over night
Fuck what they think, we gonn show up and fight
Bitches wailing out, I’ma don you runs
Fuck tryina argue, I’m about my funds
[Hook]
It’s god damn town, bitch I parked in
Coming like 100g’s in a compartment
My homies got the keys to my apartment
I remember the days when I was starving
All my same homies in the back, wassup
Got all the same homies in the back, wassup
All my same homies in the back, wassup
Yo, play the game with no problems
The whole fam signed, bitch I came from the bottom
Always in my thang now I got em
They ask me for trouble, I just aim and I shot em
Thought bout a small talk in there
8 9 asians when I walk in there
Jayz ain’t even out but I got me a pair
Coca unexpected you, not prepared
Ah, can’t stop the ambition hoe
All my niggas boxed, I don’t kiss these hoes
All these cats pussy, you fishy hoe
Fuck you dirty bitches, what you trippin for
[Bridge]
Don’t test me, I might bring the fire out
Go and dare, me and my ninjas fin to wail out
If I like it, I’ma buy it out
Do it like a g bitch go and head yours out
Thought bout a small talk in there
8 9 asians when I walk in there
Thought bout a small talk in there
8 9 asians when I walk in there
[Hook]
Lil nigga you ain’t shit, you ain’t with what I’m with
If your ass ain’t set, don’t come to me
Lil nigga I’m the choice, all my chips gonna do it
Just watch bitch I do it like a g,
I do it like a g, I’m a bad gal
I do it like a g, I’m a bad gal
Said I do it like a g, I’m a bad gal
Bitch I do it for the streets, I’m a bad gal
Ok, love ain’t better than money
In the studio, drinking lemon and honey
Apetite green, presidents in my tummy
Hoes signin dummy, got the led for you dummies
You my students, better listen kid
Fuck around kill you a predicaments
Ah, who the fucking clip ery man
Shooting toes off, give your ass a trim
Put another one in your spine
Bitch you ain’t a queen, only in your mind
Fronting like you bad, do it in your time
Got the ghetto ready if you cross the line
Lil bitch don’t test me
[Bridge]
Don’t test me, I might bring the fire out
Go and dare, me and my ninjas fin to wail out
If I like it, I’ma buy it out
Do it like a g bitch go and head yours out
Thought bout a small talk in there
8 9 asians when I walk in there
Thought bout a small talk in there
8 9 asians when I walk in there
[Hook]
Lil nigga you ain’t shit, you ain’t with what I’m with
If your ass ain’t set, don’t come to me
Lil nigga I’m the choice, all my chips gonna do it
Just watch bitch I do it like a g,
I do it like a g, I’m a bad gal
I do it like a g, I’m a bad gal
Said I do it like a g, I’m a bad gal
Easy hoe can’t please me hoe,
I ain’t like shit you’ve seen before
Once upon a time I dreamt of dough,
Now I got my wallet looking all creamy hoe
So I let my money talk for me,
When I slide through, all the niggas die for me,
Shutting shit down, better watch for me,
Took a bullet for the homie, take a shot for me
Yeah tell them hoes, bring alcohol,
All my whole team, buying at the mall,
Like I don’t give a f*ck at all
Left out post as I cross my wall,
Much love and you got my back,
All this bad ass hoes f*ck and love my tracks
Told you honey cocaine is crack,
All these other punk rappers whack.
Hook:
Hey coca, where you go and ham like that?
Why you go and ham like that?
Hey coca, where you go and ham like that?
Why you go and ham like that?
‘Cause I don’t give a f*ck bout a little bitch, lil bitch
Getting drunk just a little bit, lill bit
Give a f*ck bout the little bitch, little bitch
Getting drunk just a little bit, lill bit
Give a f*ck bout a little bitch, lil bitch
Getting drunk just a little bit, lill bit
Give a f*ck bout the little bitch, little bitch
Getting drunk just a little bit, lill bit
Walking in that bitch with Chanel shade
F*ck where the champ ‘cause I will pay,
Hye, after record I’m self made,
Raised by the block never tell names,
Worried out, never send to hoes,
Honey holding down, I’ll be grippin up gold,
Cash trying to skim I’ll be deep in the road,
As the money making boss when I’ll picture the...
Who the f*ck bill like me, f*ck your make-up bitch is you real like me?
You some busters boy, go ahead and crap all hell,
I’m on the way to the concert,
I’m a done, you a slut get you sponsored,
Tell your friends to re-up the bounds,
So the money to be made what I’m worried about.
[Hook:]
Lil drunk, lil drunk, lil drunk, lil drunk.
I was blessed with the skills to make a bitch feel like shit
I got the traits of a queen so bitch it is what it is
Tell my enemies remember me as long as they live
Cause I come through, I fuck shit up
Then I take your bitch
Ah, cut the lights out, been fucking with a lame bitch right now
Been battles from the first grade, first time I ever hit a bitch face, word
Excuse my atitude, still a goon gonn do what she have to do
All you hoes like snacks, fuck a diet though
I eat these rap bitches, stay quiet though
[Hook]
Off with your head, just show me the bread
I’m laughing at you hoes but I hustle instead
Off with your head, just show me the bread
I’m laughing at you hoes but I hustle instead
Can’t help it if I’m icy bitch
I’m just an icy bitch
Can’t help it if I’m icy bitch
I’m just an icy bitch
Can’t help it if I’m icy bitch
I’m just an icy bitch
Can’t help it if I’m icy bitch
I’m just an icy bitch
You weak ass bitch don’t get from me
Shout at all my homies running lbc
From younging to og’s, my armrest gold
You can tell it’s me
Warrup with it, competing with a goon girl up with it
Shit load the gun, hoes copying me
So I better get a motherfuckin cuff for me
I’m nice with the flows, I swear I got is some fire
Prolly sign all you rappers by the time I retire
From the streets, better show me cheese
Just show your weed, so original and g
Follow my lead, you’ll be sampling me
[Hook]
Off with your head, just show me the bread
I’m laughing at you hoes but I hustle instead
Off with your head, just show me the bread
I’m laughing at you hoes but I hustle instead
Can’t help it if I’m icy bitch
I’m just an icy bitch
Can’t help it if I’m icy bitch
I’m just an icy bitch
Can’t help it if I’m icy bitch
I’m just an icy bitch
Can’t help it if I’m icy bitch
2013, it’s my year now,
All of my supporters is what I hear now
God and only god is what I fear now
Money getting long, who’s real now
When you do it big all these people gonn switch
Low motherfuckers don’t appreciate shit
Niggas tryina holler like I let em hit
Fuck chasing love, give a fuck bout no dick
Don’t holler at me like we’re friends and shit
Ignoring what the hustle, don’t pretend you rich
Black card shoppin, you spending some chips
Watch me wearing something, it be trending bitch
[Hook]
Heard you wasn’t feeling my success
Bitch you must’ve forgot, coca blessed
Should have hit my stomach or chest
But the shit only hit my flesh
So I’ma hold it down like it’s the last time
No grind, no shine, no pain, no gain
Hold it down like it’s the last time
No grind, no shine, no pain, no gain, nigga
So fucking G I’m nice
You hoes not original, you love to bite
Yeah I love money but I don’t love the life
Fuck all the fame, I just love me the mike
So I throw it up, I throw it up
Been through it growing up, bitch growing up
Now that I’m old enough, I’m old enough
I show off when I’m showing up
Bitch throw it up
Been spinnin but you suckers all sleep on me
Married to the grind she won’t cheat on me
Rap star but still got a key on me
Couple g’s on me, try to beep on me, hoe
[Hook]
Heard you wasn’t feeling my success
Bitch you must’ve forgot, coca blessed
Should have hit my stomach or chest
But the shit only hit my flesh
So I’ma hold it down like it’s the last time
No grind, no shine, no pain, no gain
Hold it down like it’s the last time
Mill chain cold as fuck, told you before I’m gold as fuck
Love how my fans I was showing love,
Haters fall back you go hold some nuts,
And stuck off the dick for aids,
Heard it when they heard me but the kid ain’t fazed,
F*ck a bully bitch I spit in your face,
Loyal to the hardest ..the kid was raised,
sincere down my engine, okay down my ..
don’t make a sound my nigga, ‘cause I’m ..my nigga
Got a real f*ck a stupid flow,
Your hoes need help in the studio,
Word, I was made for the shit, that’s why I get paid for the shit,
Hook:
See you haters chillin’ in the crowd,
Watching out my money like how.
I’m a fans yelling so loud,
my outfit looking like wow.
See you haters chillin’ in the crowd,
Watching out my money like how.
I’m a fans yelling so loud,
my outfit looking like wow.
(2 x)
My wardrobe mean as fuck
Got a new chain is clean as fuck.
My wardrobe mean as fuck.
Got a new chain is clean as fuck.
Dirty ass hoes, trying to be my friends,
Bitch I’m bout money you don’t understand,
Only see green all through my lands,
screaming thug ..
and if I die right now, let me die right now,
with a million in my pocket,
I’m getting high right now, so high right now
So high, bitch I think I’ve been nasty.
Hey … every day I’m.. feels wrong,
Been drive homie, it’s a real gone,
If you ain’t hurt, you’re gonna hear real soon,
Uh, 21 -3 guarantee to meeting all the countries,
All over the world kids pump me,
It’s not my fault they want me.
[Hook:]
(4 x)
My wardrobe mean as fuck
Got a new chain is clean as fuck.
My wardrobe mean as fuck.
I’m about makin money nigga fuck friends
I ain’t messin with these suckers I’m like fuck them
I never talk, never speak, never trust them
Me n my toolie walk together, fin to done done
Ok, I run them, my toolie always down
I’m from toronto where the hearts and the money brown
You fucking up if you sellin at my side of town
My city with me and we fin to get it by the pound
I’ve got gold by the tellie when I’m sellin shit
These foolies hatin but my atitude is celibate
I misbehave it I’m like fuck it bitch I’m getting rich
If you broke just get a bag and get yourself a brick
[Hook]
Click, clack bang, I’m doing my thang
It’s just me n my toolie making your bitch sang
Click, clack bang, I’m doing my thang
It’s just me n my toolie making your bitch sang
It’s just me n my toolie, it’s just me n my toolie
It’s just me n my toolie, it’s just me n my toolie
It’s just me n my toolie, it’s just me n my toolie
It’s just me n my toolie, it’s just me n my toolie
If you ain’t moving right, you gonn get left
I ain’t toleratin hoes, they gonn get teked
A toolie make sure that youngin never get stressed
I’m a queen bitch ain’t off in to get next
They ain’t capable of doing what the queen do
These sluts livin fake lives while I’ve been true
What you gonn lie till you die is what the thing do
All my family is g’s is the real crew
I’ve been a thug since birth, I done been through worse
So if I ain’t the best, nigga fuck your turf
Got the toolie in my pants, toolie in my shirt
Now if you with the shit someone gonn get hurt, brat!
[Hook]
Click, clack bang, I’m doing my thang
It’s just me n my toolie making your bitch sang
Click, clack bang, I’m doing my thang
It’s just me n my toolie making your bitch sang
It’s just me n my toolie, it’s just me n my toolie
It’s just me n my toolie, it’s just me n my toolie
It’s just me n my toolie, it’s just me n my toolie
She pass hoes, f*ck it we gas hoes,
Heard you claim you... smack me,
Let’s see how that goes.
Why you’re tryin to lie ‘bout it,
My street ass knows
No I never like to brag but pass me my gold
I got some twills on, coca the wrong wanna tell on
F*ck a label, put my cell phone,
Bitch got it paper through my cell phone,
For real.
This is why the mother hoes is under me,
Bring a f*cking army, if you come from me,
... f*ck out if you wondering no feelings for you...
What the f*ck you even done for me.
Hook:
Uh, 40 hoes they al bomb,
Hungry bitch get your jump on,
Disrespect me and get stumped on
Bitch you heard about that wonton.
That wonton, that wonton,
I heard them bitches of that wonton
That wonton, that wonton,
Hold that at me for that wonton.
I heard it’s coka, getting stuck and you know
Honey whatever you like, I got it all for the low,
You respect me, I respect you bitch the drama is oh
If you push me in these over streets
I drop in front of your door,
Like knock knock, side snitching
Give a fuck bout what the cops got
It ain’t a game bring your ass to my top shop,
Like f*ck the fame and f*ck a top spot, bitch.
Devil all in my ear,
Hand all of my none, I’ve been fresh 20 years,
I should’ve seen the signs,... how they doubt of me,
Now the fuck is trying to... is no hate but I f*ck with you,
At least I’ll say look out for me,.
Bitches love sosa, niggas love coca
Bitches love sosa, niggas love coca
These bitches love sosa, niggas love coca
Out here with my soldiers, burning shit like coca
Listen bitch I'm loca, I'm so fuckin loca
These bitches love sosa, niggas love coca
These bitches love sosa, niggas love coca
Out here with my soldiers, burning shit like coca
Listen bitch I'm loca, I'm so fuckin loca
These bitches love sosa, niggas love coca
All them niggas love cocaine, I ain't sayin no names
How do you niggas got no game
I just want money, I don't need fame
I'm the boss y'all kissin me
What you think, I'ma fuckin make history
I just can't fuck with the industry
Only my excess damn with me, a little bitch ass
I ain't fucker suck nobody with your bitch ass
This what hustle is you fake ass bitch, I did that
All this money I ain't got no place to fit that
Fucking rich ass
Damn, we used to broke and shit
We focus bitch, we know our shit
The golden kid, I'ma go with that
So the queen turn gold so I'ma go with it
Why you talkin but you ain't come to my face
A hunned fuckin asians out here fin to hit your place, bitch
I sign myself, fuck a deal I sign myself
All by myself, I try myself and I hustle till I got by myself
You jealous, it's nothin you can tell us
So don't act like you just realer
