Im wicked
Young nigga, I got old cash, now I got new money
I dont like to do no fucking interviews, I be in the room mumblin
Dissing on the Gram, but when I see him, Ima have dude runnin
Aint too many niggas around this bitch steppin, so they know who done it
Everywhere I go I got my TEC and thats a bet, even on B-E-T
I dont care bout this cheque, Im living wreck, I be on PCP
They know Im that nigga, fuck them issues, they wanna team with me
Once you say its up, my niggas up cause it could be this week
Thuggin hard, AKs and ARs in the muscle cars
Fuck the blogs, fuck this music shit cause I be bussin fraud
Im a bulldozer, makе a nigga scoot over, bitch, I run my section
And you aint gotta like mе, you aint even gotta respect me, just dont disrespect me
Postin gun, rappin bout that smoke, boy, you know you ass
Playin dumb, actin like Im slow just to see who fast
Lil nigga but I make em take me serious like Im six feet nine
Better stay far away and keep security cause Im on your line
Fuck with mine, you know bullets flyin, you know mommas cryin
Fuck these diamonds get in that attire when its huntin time
Nigga tryna to come up off my shine, nigga, you know he dyin
Theyll be hollering, R.I.P that guy, he was on the rise
All my snipers clap
I dont like to rap
Who gon fuck with Yak?
I killed eight niggas
Young nigga, I got new cash, I got old cash
Goddamn, its the G.O.A.T., man, its the G.O.A.T., man
Fed ask where the pole at, we dont show that
Pig ask where the dope at, cant disclose that
Bitch, I got a fresh Gross pack and you know that
Hunnid K up in my coat, pocket on the coat rack
Pretty chocolate bitch so black, got her soul snatched 
Broski in here baggin a book up, told him close that
Almighty dont like nobody, bitch, you know that
Pussy postin em damn old racks, boy them throwbacks
Run in the trap, we leave yo throat back, on the doormat
Broski in here kinda booked up, tryna close that
Beat em up, we gave his nose back with a ice pack
Better thank me, I gave his life back with a life hack
If I go to jail, Ill get kites and send em right back
Like my daddy, Ill be right back, Ill be right back
French-ass boys, I think they like me, think they like me 
Yellow bitch, she light the room up, cause she lightskin
Told me she dont wanna go nowhere, Im excitin
The shells in this damn new choppa look like ice picks
Baby said I light the room up, but Im dark skin
In the Raq, hit the block fast, get yo car spit
Swing the stick like a rock band, some guitar shit
Hit yo block, we dont hit Walmarts, we hit targets
Chief Sosa on some big shit, thats some hard shit
Draco with the big wood on it, on some court shit
Pull up, chop yo damn block up, now youre porky
No, I aint got no horses but I got Porsches
Fuck yo mom, Im in that bitch, shouldve had abortion
Little-ass nigga, I can take him like some courses
Thank God I was fortunate to have a fortune 
How the fuck the Desert Eagle kick like a horse kick? 
What the fuck they know? 
Trappin in front of that fuckin store 
With a stick tryna buss a nigga 
Yeah