Crowd Control

Yuh, ayy, yuh The top ain't lonely when your homies rich and loaded with motives And movin' forward when fuckin' bitches get borin' Lose crowd control when I'm tourin', yuh What the fuck should I do? I made a mess of my coupe DeVille with these white bloody shoes And I got nothin' to do (Yuh) Fuckboy, do you really know who you talkin' to? Make ten bands when I'm walkin' through That money gon' make me stronger too That bitch take my dick longer too now that I made it Gotta hold it down and triple up on my savings And burn it all in your faces Okay, just microdose Dope be smokin' up, another pill, who got a pint to pour? Boobie called me, said he in the hills with Pouya tryin' to record Shawty say she worried, way I'm livin' like I'm tryna go Shawty, don't be stupid, 'cause the truth is we all dyin' slow I just pick my poison different, what's your medicine? Alcoholic bitches doin' coke, amphetamines I be snortin' thirties like they discontinued and When I hear that choppa rumble, it just sound like violin It's a sad song that it sing Heard that he want smoke, now he ended up on a tee Pouya say, "Go drop a eight," but it ended up sixteen Then I hopped up into my bag, dropped a thirty-two for the team In Miami, I tote choppas, Australia, hold koalas Feedin' kangaroos, now I'm back to tear the block up I can't see you pussy rappers through these hater-blockers I will call the hit, and I hit you like, who shot ya? Boobie with the looted loot, socks up like a fool In L.A., me and Pou hit up Shake like, "What it do, mane?" Mansion on the hills, the jacuzzi, not no pool, mane Bruce Willis asked me for a pic' in Hollywood, mane