I'm gonna see dead people. Aight. Monster hunter, B-Hole, B-Bowl, Vinny Brat, nigga, he a freak, so man down. All I am for the lambs, tell him breathe, bro. Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like T-Zo. What's up with these erroneous ass niggas trying to see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck them all and be mama. How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options. I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton. Beat your ass and hide the bible if God watching. Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas. Certified boyfie man, I'm the one that up to score with him. Walking down the whole time I know he got some hoe in him. Pull on him, start shit, bully the fool on him. Say Drake, I hear you like him young. You better not have her go to cell block one. And any bitch that talk to him and they in love, just make sure you hide your little sister from him. They tell me you're the only one that get your hand-me-downs And party at the party plan with his nose now And Baka got a weird case right here around Certified lover boy, certified pedophile Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, that fucking move Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, I'ma do my stuff Why you trolling like a bitch, ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us. They not like us. They not like us. You think the pay gon'let you disrespect Pops nigga? I think that Oprah show gon'be your last stop nigga. Big ho foul. I don't know why you still pretending. What is that owl? Bird dickas and bird bitches. Go. The audience not dumb, shape the stories how you want, ain't straight, they're not slow. Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise, ain't there something? Be ret, that's for bitchin', you malibu most wanted, ain't no lawboy, you ballboy, fetch me the rate or somethin'. Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin', few niggas will get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxes, or over your phone. The other vaginal option? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture Got payments all up in contact Might write this with adoption Tell the pop star quit hiding Fuck a caption, won't add shit No accident, I'm hands on He fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne Graw Like he was in jail, that conniving Then get his face tatted Like a bitch apologizing I'm glad these roads came home Y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alonja down to Central Nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy needs subpoena That predator movin'flocks That name gotta be registered Then paste on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas Like another line to walk Yeah, it's all eyes on me And I'ma send it up the park Put the road label on me I'ma get a I'm dropping drop, ayy. Switchin'music and I won't pass the ox, ayy. How many stocks do I really have in stock, ayy? One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy. Devil is a lie, he is 69 God, ayy. Freaky ass nigga need to stay the ass inside, ayy. Roll that ass up like a fresh pack of Zod, ayy. City is back up, it's a must we outside, ayy. They not like us. They not like us. They not like us. They not like us. They not like us. They not like us. Once upon a time all the fuckers send chains Homies still double down callin'up some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca building railroads and trains Bear with me for a second let me put y'all on game Steadilus was using town folk to make em richer Fast forward twenty twenty four you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need to check balance Let me break it down for you this the real nigga challenge You call future when you didn't see the club Like what? Lil baby help you get your lingo up What? Twenty one get your first street cred Thug, makes you feel like you a slime in your head Like what? Grable said you can be from Northside What? 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin'colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter Here's what God's plan to show y'all the liar Mmm Mm-hmm. He a fan, he a fan, he a fan. Mm. He a fan, he a fan, he a... Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God. Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God. Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life. Hey, hey, hey, run for your life. Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God. Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God. Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life. Hey, hey, hey, run for your life. Let me hear you say, O-V-Ho. O-V-Ho. Say, O-V-Ho. Then step this way, step that way, then step this way, step that way Are you my friend? Are we liking? Then step this way, step that way, then step this way, step that way