Shots
You don't call shots so get off my Hammer
I ain't got time
Man that's word to Momma
Know a bunch of Niggas
I be on they tongue
If you not my bish then get off my bum
I know a couple niggas ain't feeling this
I know a couple bitches ain't feeling this
But if I die before i wake
I pray to God my Mommas safe

I keep the Niggas on geek
Check the details
I turnt ya nigga to a freak cuz i'm too real
I got your nigga online
He thirsty
I only let him hit my line on a
Thursday
I feel like such a lady in my skirtsy
I let these bitches play the back
Thats firstly
Keep all my shine
Tell a nigga Bi Bi
If I want it then I get it
No such thing as
My guy
If I Pull up in the city
Young Pretty, I'm real, Sadity
Hotter than the Pico
Attitude Puerto Rico
Young Island ting
I got green sofrito
Shit just go my way
Call me carlito
Its slow for y'all hoes
Im living fast
All dough
I can't stop for a nigga
That might dim my glow
Uh
Time is money boo
All you bitches Jet Lag
All I do is cut checks
Thats why my ex mad
Came through with the fanny pack
Rolling around in my band wagon
All these hoes can't stand my presence
Only rap bitches that can't rap
3 hoes
That hold sack
Tired of picking up hoes slack
If you talking bout
Double crossing we ain't talking bout no hashtags
Right now I'm tied up
Ain't talking bout no glad bags
I'm talking bout some weave glue
The way you bitches can't keep track
Crack your fingers if you typing on the internet
Threw his mac out the window
Bitch I broke the internet
You don't
Call shots..