Lil Bibby, no limit yea
I'm all about that sack *****, my young ****** they clap ****
Let the mac spit, we whack ****
Weezy in that cut
With that nina that's that black *****
Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm like cuz' man I got this
Shootin' ****, Hittin' ****
Four five extended clip
Y'all be on that snitchin' ****
And Y'all know what snitches get, no limit ****, we wit' the *****, I'm Focused on gettin' rich
M-O-B forget a *****, right after I hit the *****
Like point me to the kitchen *****, I be water-whippin' ****
Whip it, Jeff Gordon whip it
Hit it wit' the fork, straight drop no shorts
Shooters on and off the court, shoot a ***** off his porch, turn a ***** to a corpse
Yea I'm bout that, rollin' up that loud pack
Catch me lackin'? I doubt that, cause I never leave without that
And that's real ****, got real hitters they kill ****
You **** around hit the kill switch, these hollow tips you feel this
And I'm tryna get real rich cause my mama said I wouldn't be ****
Nobody never gave me ****
Like "Bibby hop on this remix"
"That's five hundred, no free ****"
Cause I'm hot
And I do this **** for my block
I got thirty off in that Glock, have my nina give you top
Bodies gon' drop and we ain't gon' stop
R-I-P Roc, catch a few opps, send a few shots might hit a few blocks
**** a few thots
I need two mill, might seem like a lot but I spit straight drop
So its really not, my team gon' eat, R-I-P to police
Fake ****** don't speak, cop killers in the heat
Catch me in the streets, shout out to broski