The trap hot it's on fire. Either way a nigga like a busy b play. I run my hood no marathon. Took off for a minute now I'm back on. Them bass bigger my trez longer. My niggas' rhythm my weed stronger. Fuck a backpack that bodybuilder. Money talks I don't fuck with niggas. Ha ha ha ha. You been undressed you ain't got swag. You a walkin rapper you a signed artist. Got my own label fuck these niggas. Play the middle finger on my diary. She in the gang banger so it's fuck a peezy. Wiped cream say I ain't talkin money. I keep 1 K yo nigga transport to my old ways. Keep black doors on me like Oj. I'm turnt up off no drugs. You turnt that you get no luck. Blow the energy so I'm in the cloud. Actin wild they know I go hard. Bitch I'm good with ya'll. One phone call send them killers at you. That's speed dial house visit 10 years. At the same time Joey beat his murder trial. All the count that's upon the soldiers. Still collecting opinions I'm a humble nigga. Never join forces make my own way. I keep date no birthday. Fuck a off day competition. I eliminate from the street laws. Don't litigate I delegate you follow. I'm own my own shit you you borrow. Last nigga tried to rob me got shot now he sue me for a half a mill. That's real shit Big Homie Flock. Squad!