Ive been through a lot boy
Ive been through a lot boy
I aint gonna stop boy
I aint gonna stop boy, yeah
Always runnin from the cops boy
Yeah
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah Call it rap, call it pop, boy
Call it what you want, boy, yeah Call it what you want, boy
We call you a opp, boy! Yeah We call you a opp, boy
You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy?
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah Call it rap, call it pop, boy
Call it what you want, boy, yeah Call it what you want, boy
We call you a opp, boy! Yeah We call you a opp, boy
Damn, Im a real life GothBoi Im a real life GothBoi
Why the fuck you lyin in the streets? Lyin in the streets
Why the fuck you lyin to me? Lyin to me
Why the fuck you lyin to her? Lyin to her
You couldnt even buy her the purse Nah
Everybody wanna flex on each other Why?
I just want some money for my mother Damn
This aint a competition Nah
Please listen Yeah
Hold up, listen to me, right?
I was really in the kitchen, yeah I was really in the kitchen
But I sing about bitches, yeah But I sing about bitches
Cause I really know killas Cause I really know killas
And they are not like you at all
And I could tell it, yeah, I could smell it
I could see it in your eyes, boy, yeah
Thats why I got respect, cause I aint a fuckin liar, boy Nah
Yeah, yeah, damn
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah Call it rap, call it pop, boy
Call it what you want, boy, yeah Call it what you want, boy
We call you a opp, boy! Yeah We call you a opp, boy
You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy?
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah Call it rap, call it pop, boy
Call it what you want, boy, yeah Call it what you want, boy
We call you a opp, boy! Yeah We call you a opp, boy
Damn, Im a real life GothBoi Im a real life GothBoi
You aint on the block, boy
Yeah, you got a Glock, boy, yeah
You hot, boy?
That aint smart boy get your ass locked boy
And for what?
Youre diggin ya own grave
Youre diggin ya own grave, yeah