A2Z Lyrics

A, why these niggas always actin' B, if a nigga wanna play, I'm gon blap him,

C, I don't really wear no cap, don't do the cappin

D, I leave a bitch, nah, like my daddy

E, I'm ridin', ridin' with the Extras, I got money in my pocket, fell in love with finessing

I know a fiend, He be trippin', named Gary, You a nasty nigga, horny nigga, fuck her if she hairy

I, I love money, J, kill a nigga, I'm a straight lean Junkie

I got killers with me, they'll kill your ass for nothin', nigga

I be talkin' hella money, bitches love me, nigga

She keep on talkin' on my phone, I think I'm finna mute her

I'll Chris Paul the play and let my niggas do it

Stupid nigga dissin' on a gram, he overly whoopin

He ran up on the chop, shot em, it smell like he pooted

I treat the bitch like a ho, she is not my queen

Lil' bitch tryna fuck, bitch, but she out my reach

I would've shot Rosa Parks, get out my seat

And I don't wanna be a nigga friend, he not on my team

I don't wanna cuff the ho, she ugly to me

I got the mag on the drac and it's built like a V

And you the type a nigga dodge the beef, you a wussy to me

And why the fuck you wanna talk? Know, you yap' a lot

I got a Glock up on my side, know, it's extra hot

This nigga better mind his, fuckin' business ima zap, his top

These niggas said, I sound like Tron, man these niggas dumb!

And, bitch, I came from the hundreds, where you niggas from?

Baby girl, if you ain't talkin' Hunnids I ain't pickin' up

We not beefin' on the internet, I got bigger stuff

I probably rap up on a D beat, but I don't sound like none

And I ain't worried about no lil' ho, I can't find no love

If you wanna kill for me, come on, sign right up

You the type a nigga chase the bitch, a nigga bite the dust

My homie told me, keep the Glock on me, fuck the fightin' stuff

They sayin' I'm the voice for the gang, I got my likin' up

Bitch, I'm cold in my city like the Vikings, huh

Perky in my system, got me trippin', bitch, I'm pipin' up

And yo boy he, a rat, why you hypin' up?