Aggressiveness

It's a Wayne beat

What up, Wayne?

Ghetto boy shit, nigga, you know what the fuck going on

Alright, mmm

I was riding with a gun and a scale when I went to jail

So fucked up, was throwing quarters in a wishing well

She ain't even take her panties off yet, and its a fishy smell

Got into it with my bitch, and left the crib with thirty racks,

told her wish me well

Who got a brick for sale?

I got three pints of Wockhardt right now, another zip for sale

Short me? This is not a zip, bro, fix your scale

Dick so good, I ain't have to fight the bitch, I made her hit herself

Lying talking 'bout you got a hundred, do you hear yourself?

Niggas poor-minded, they don't want a M, they wanna hear they self

Like, you get it?

Like they don't want a M, they wanna be muted

So, they don't wanna hear, alright

You gotta know what I'm, listen, you gotta know how to work

Pro Tools to know what I'm talking about?

Alright, alright, alright, you gotta know this though

Alright, alright, alright, I'm back

You gotta know how to work a AK, you wanna kill somebody

I could lose everything I got today, but I'm still somebody

God blessed me with a gift, I wanna heal somebody

Signed to DistroKid, I'll never sign a record deal probably

Nope, I'll never sign a dotted line

Got into it with my right hand 'cause it shot a 9

Oh we talking 'bout drank? I done drunk an eight a lotta times

Heard doggie bone told again and I'm not surprised

He should get a piggy bank, he dropped a lotta dimes

I don't own these pants I got on, but the pockets mine

Bitch, my baby momma love my dirty drawers, you don't gotta like me

Plus I got a dirty Glock in my draws, you don't gotta fight me

If you see me out, just say what up, you ain't gotta write me

Three M30 blues in me, I just popped a 90

Had to cut my cousin off, he was kinda shiesty

Got a bougie bitch, lil ankle biter, she kinda feisty

I just hit the Wock raw, it was kinda tasty

Regret shooting dawg crib up, I could've shot a baby

Hundred dollar, three-five of wafers, got a thousand eighthies

Fucked ten hoes raw, and they all pregnant, I got a lot of maybes

Had to tell Baby Ghost chill, he just shot a stranger

Yesterday a nigga got killed right here, but we not in danger

Blue hundreds thick like a notebook, I got a lotta paper

AR loud as fuck, it need a carburetor

Just left the town, on my way to the country, in a town & country

I be tryna blend in with them folk, what you smoke,

I be sounding country

Took six zips out a nigga 'bow 'cause the pound was fluffy

Please don't start talking pap' to me, I seen a lot of money

Stop worrying 'bout what my chain cost, go buy a house or something

Your pops a rat, now you tryna tell, you a mouse or something?

Somebody call A1 for me, I need an ounce or something

Walked in the jewelry store with eighty racks,

but I walked out with nothing

Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

Accidental shit talking, you know what the fuck going on

And we ain't even started yet, nigga

The present begins