My account, tellin me to calm down The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could a fuck about later bitch Im on now Ha, you know the shine is what I do Bitch, you know Im flexin I a necklace and a 2 do in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats just what I do These is lame, they always complain and doin the same shit Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the same Im tired of these niggas, tired of over the same bitch funny like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, a lane switch Switch it up on you niggas watch my number Grown up on you niggas, my number changed Hit-boy, all these rappers beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no wasting heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I blow that 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 breaking codes, but Im the Now its for young niggas to shut down shit If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on greyhound shit He didnt listen, now he to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely its lights out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, a Theraflu Took em shopping, bought em 1500 of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!