Just Me
Ayy, trap (trap), trap (trap), trap, trap, ayy, real Murda Worth shit, I'm talkin' bout, ay, mhmh trap, trap, trap
Fuck that, I'm coming straight from the trap
They be like "iayze, go slide", I be like, "Nah, I'm dropping a bag"
They outside side by side, slide through with the fire, and catch me a
And these niggas be out they mind when they try to act like I ain't they dad
.223, and it shoot too fast
He can't compete, his shit too ass
Bro in the mall with a choppa and shit
If he tweak in this bitch, then we choppin' his shit
They be fuckin' with iayze, he be talkin' his shit
It's the 5.56 and it came with a blick
Oh he wanted a verse? but it came with a ticket
Peel off on the laws, I be dodging the ticket
I stay strapped like cook it or ticket
That ain't no gas, he be rollin' up Swishers and smoking on midgets
The whole gang spinnin' and I ain't talkin' fidget
Broke ass nigga pour Tris in Fiji
I make him mad, this shit too easy
Fuck the police, I feel like Eazy E
Bitch, I keep me a douce
She sucking dick, she look busy to me
When that bitch see me, she faint, it wasn't easy to me
Pull up, pop out with a K, hit the Bimmer, then leave
He actin' tough, got his heart in a sleeve
If I ain't on a perc, I ain't falling asleep
I only love my daughter and cheese, and my bitch, but that's just me
You know I might pull up with the lemon squeeze, and it's hangin' out the XD
I hop in the stu', and I do it with ease, all of these niggas say that they can see
Brand new car and it came with no keys, you know I be pushing that shit top speed (Pushing that shit top speed, bitch)
Fuck that, I'm coming straight from the trap
They be like "iayze, go slide", I be like, "Nah, I'm dropping a bag"
They outside side by side, slide through with the fire, and catch me a
And these niggas be out they mind when they try to act like I ain't they dad
.223, and it shoot too fast
He can't compete, his shit too ass
Bro in the mall with a choppa and shit
If he tweak in this bitch, then we choppin' his shit
They be fuckin' with iayze, he be talkin' his shit
It's the 5.56 and it came with a blick
Oh he wanted a verse? but it came with a ticket
Peel off on the laws, I be dodging the ticket
I stay strapped like cook it or ticket
(Rollin' up Swishers, smoking on midgets)
(I ain't talkin' fidget)
(Pour Tris in Fiji)
(This shit too easy)
(Feel like Eazy)
(-Look busy to me)
