Raise Yo Fist Lyrics

Put a bag on yo head like you going trick or treating

If you think bout robbing GP then this pistol what you meeting

How he go bye-bye I ain't even give him a greeting

I call the nina NyQuil cuz it'll leave you sleeping

When they play my music ladies shake their tail feather

I'm getting money rain, sleet, or snow that's any weather

Heard yo mans got popped I hope he feel better

The way me and guap so close they think they we go together

Sneak dissing for some clout it's never recommended

All I drink is water bring me pop and Imma be offended

Try to snatch my chain you gon fail that mission

Hellcat on my hip ready to pounce I can hear it hissing

I ain't got no big homie so I don't need permission

He said he gon' do what to who he just want attention

Better watch you say before you end up missing

I told brodie let's a bag don't entertain the dissing

I feel like Spyro every time I spit it's fire

It ain't tricking if you got it baby tell me yo desire

New custo look like Omar off the wire

And I keep a sword on me like I'm trynna slay the spire

She told me that she love me I told her no you don't

You love what I can do for you but you gon leave if I go broke

That ain't never gon' happen and Imma make sure

I bust the bag down now the crib smell like cow manure

That's that top shelf

Boy you need help

I ain't asking for handouts I do this by myself

Cannon sitting on the wall like a kitchen shelf

Choppa in the corner same height as one of Santa's elf's

15 in the glick I don't need no assist

You gon' punch a hollow 9 milli if you raise yo fist

15 in the glick I don't need no assist

You gon' punch a hollow 9 milli if you raise yo fist

Toolie in the holster hang em up like a poster

Like I'm making pop tarts you will get burnt with this toaster

I ain't Kraig Smith I got hollows for a roaster

You had a lil run back in the day now it's over

Choppa on my shoulder but the Ruger in my hand

She say she wanna marry me girl that's the wrong plan

Almighty GP baby what don't you understand

I'm trynna stack bag move out the way and buy some land

I'm in the crib watching teen titans

I paid 600 for this pistol boy don't think we fighting

I ain't making no plays then I'm probably writing

Hop in the stu and beat the beat up like I'm Mike Tyson

My money longer than Livingston Ave

They ask me why I go so hard cuz I can't be like my dad

That ain't never gon' happen and imma make sure

I bust the bag down now the crib smell like cow manure

That's that top shelf

Boy you need help

I ain't asking for handouts I do this by myself

Cannon sitting on the wall like a kitchen shelf

Choppa in the corner same height as one of Santa's elf's

15 in the glick I don't need no assist

You gon' punch a hollow 9 milli if you raise yo fist

15 in the glick I don't need no assist

You gon' punch a hollow 9 milli if you raise yo fist