Est J 2

Nigga this that big flex Mobbing in our section like we Dipset Get a bag and stop complaining 'bout how you ain't rich yet Wanna get ahead but you ain't bold to take that risk yet Wiping down wherever send my runner into QuickChek I been the best Niggas ain't hot at all What I'm poppin' ain't no Tylenol can't help from nodding off Pop out sliding in all different kinds of cars so niggas can't hide at all We gon' soak em up like cotton balls it's still like 5 of y'all Bad lil bitch and I go deep in it Motherfuck the law I ain't doing no speed limit She gone top me off on 101 cause she a freak with it That's a lost soul I couldn't wife because the streets hit it Don just called my phone said niggas want problems thinking we did it Well bring it on nigga I ain't gon' stop for nothin' Hacking banks and we ain't profit cutting nigga hit that block or somethin' Must wanna go out like Tupac or something I ain't goin less cops is coming Tryna be funny like Chris Rock or something get slapped for a box of nothin' What you talkin' 'bout I been did it Got 'em sick as hell Something like sickle cell Try me get 'em gone I wish 'em well 4th quarter I give 'em hell Can't get stuck in jail don't need a bail I got 10 Ps for sale Drip you can't compare this shit ain't fair no I don't shop at grail Niggas hatin' bitches waitin' Fuck it though we still ball With her man I still call Pick up loads like will call Down bad don't let 'em pick me off can't let 'em think I'm soft Level up niggas know that I'm a boss feel like I'm meek and Ross God level I need all kinda pressure We the hottest sector Puerto Rican bitch I gotta stretch her Ask me how I met her I bagged her off of looks Get where I'm at see what it took I hit my shot feel like I'm book I took her heart something like a crook Gametime Feel like 2k Diamonds Blu Ray Try us then we leave 'em looking like he spilled some Kool Aid Man push that hazard button On my own ain't ask for nothing Check still pending cash is coming I'm still rolling pass me something Damn Call these rappers out Every time I fly to Jersey niggas say they cashing out I don't see 'em Back to back in sprinters no I don't feel 'em Stunting on these niggas selling out shows is such a dope feeling Yeah they talk a lot All I need is millions so my crib look like a parking lot Back from the dead like Keef You think he cool I think he sweet I think he bitch he think he street Tell the truth he can't compete