(beat: Tyga X Shoreline Mafia Type Beat | So nasty)

(Verse 1)
Yall aint been expectin the fire, i got the lighter, and imma fighter, ill fight until im dead, bloodshed,
leave a bitch in his deathbed scared, and all alone, what you finna do, when all yo homies gone,
you shooker than shook, and i could read you like a book, aint no thing is what it took,
and we comin to the hook, yous a bitch, you pretendin you a crook, why you playin around,
banana clip, 40 shots, yeah thats a whole lotta rounds, 9 millimeter to your face,
better just stay in yo place, i dont wanna shoot you, so i loot you, then i boot you from the area,
puttin up some barriers, my dawgs ruthless, you a terrier, got a job position for you, you can be my fucking carrier,
carry my backpack, carry my ballsack, carry my wealth, smoke all my cigarettes, theyre bad for my health,

I aint playin, but i got a couple Gs on the train, we on the way,
gotta move them fucking packs, makin racks, all of yall be really wack,
dont be playin round with crack, im like crack, my music addictive,
lotta these bitches be gettin convicted, yall want some free smoke,
i might pop up on the radio,