(Almighty God)This young nigga with meReally shoot like TraeI’m pullin’ up with seven MAC-11sHop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’Put a beam on every single weaponSend me the addy and I’ma address itI wanna start rippin’ through your leggingsYou’re better than Margiela and GiuseppeWant you to stop playing, you can get itJust send me the addy and I’ma address it, yeahAll I know is get the bag, factsI get money out the ass, factsYou should see what’s in my stash, racksYou don’t want it to get bad, oh manReally shootin’ like The Mask, factsRunnin’ through bodies like Mad MaxHoodie on, grippied up, mask blackI keep it on me, get your ass backThe niggas I roll with is not niceHit a nigga in front of his mom, I swearForty-two niggas gon’ knock him downWe can get the one, I don’t know if he my heightYeah, half of these niggas cannot fightThey used to call us dirty Bronx guysNow niggas’ bitches send me heart eyesNiggas’ bitches be sendin’ me heart eyesI got a bankroll in every whipHop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’Put a beam on every single weaponDesigner clothes, I get it for free
They wonder why I never go to sleepIt’s niggas tryna take me out my miseryBut I can never let them get me off my feetI put a Hellcat engine in the JeepIt’s not a G-Wagen, yeahAnd I ain’t really with the back-and-forth shitJust let me know if it’s static, yeahHangin’ ’round nothin’ but bosses, no losses, only W’s, yeahMy nigga don’t even make songs and he got more hits than a baddie, yeahTurn my bitch into a brat, she got more double C than a Sabathia, yeahHad a nine-car garage at the crib, crib so big, I call it a lairI know you just wanna show off in my car, makin’ videos flippin’ your hairGirl, you gon’ fall out of line fu**in’ with the stars, baby, you is not ordinar’Niggas gon’ fall out of line fu**in’ with some thugs, nigga, get you right out of hereGot a FN, it came with a scope and a beam, I’m ready, yeah(Almighty God)I’m pullin’ up with seven MAC-11sHop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’Put a beam on every single weaponSend me the addy and I’ma address itI wanna start rippin’ through your leggingsYou’re better than Margiela and GiuseppeWant you to stop playing, you can get itJust send me the addy and I’ma address itI’m pullin’ up with seven MAC-11sHop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’Put a beam on every single weaponSend me the addy and I’ma address itI wanna start rippin’ through your leggingsYou’re better than Margiela and GiuseppeWant you to stop playing, you can get itJust send me the addy and I’ma address it, yeah