My account, tellin me to calm down The billboards tellin me to climb Ha, niggas pillow talkin, let me out Could give a 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 Monday in the Rolly, Tuesday in the RnB killin rap niggas, thats just what I do These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the same Get all up on twitter, tryna get followers, suckin the same Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin over the bitch Niggas like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch Pop records bought me this Ferrari, thats a lane Switch it up on you niggas watch my change Grown up on you niggas, yeah my number Hit-boy, all these wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas heat I cop that big noise, aka Im TNT I blow shit up, get up Cause boy you get rid of Dont fuck with my old bitch, its a bad fur Every industry done had her Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to her Bitches breaking codes, but Im the Now its for young niggas to shut down shit If you yappin in the club then you They say he trippin, on some greyhound He didnt listen, now he listening to the ground Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely Like its out, he took a beatin on his chest, holding his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, need a Took em shopping, bought em 1500 pair of Ha, Im a ass nigga, fuck you!