203 mph Lyrics

Nah nigga we don't play fair

Brand new jays just came inna mail yea the pack touch down just gotta new pair

I'm the one wit the plan got bands in my hand

So im feeling like the man yea the man of the year

Or the man of the hour

Out in LA puffin on grade A boa you still smoke sour

Nah I'm feeling too clean ho saying I'm mean god damn so we fuck inna shower

Popped me a bean pull up to the scene knock niggas ass down like he da twin towers

Oooh yea that boy so disrespectful

Ran off Onna plug and I bought me a bessel

I feel like a robot I'm slanging that metal

We kill you on sight boy don't play wit the devil

I hang me a nigga

I'm cool by myself I ain't hanging wit niggas

Police snatch me up I'm not naming a nigga

I don't got the time to be hatin on niggas

You broke as a joke I'm not playin wit niggas

I was up at the college was taking from niggas

I hope put on cottage might bake me a nigga

Cook him

Buddy be actin so gangsta but I know a nigga who took him

Keep ma killer or two when I go to the club yea they on me like I'm Devin booker

We wit the suns

I feel like Nick cannon I play wit them drums

Watch who you play wit lil bitch im the one

These niggas they copy the shit I that I done

I come from the bottom the trenches the slums

These niggas bitches they sweeter than plums

Peaches

Bitches be hollin they rappin and cappin they fuck me and fonem for features

Yo bitch she be callin cause she see me ballin yo goof ass mad sittin up inna bleachers

One thing about me I'll go leave me a hoe and forget a bitch name like amnesia

lil bay was so damn fine she wastin my time like girlll I'll never need ya

Bitch ima dawg im not wit the bruhz

No alpha phi alpha we step inna club

Lil bitch she a delta she fuck me fa fun

My lil skiwi bitch bought me a gun

Ha ha hold on

Yea I'm rappin real fast nigga RIP Frozone

Bitch Im from the raq ion even got a coat on

Say he on my ass I told him bring the show on

Nah ain't a single soul that I fear

Say he a killa naw he drunk off the beer

I'm finna take off D Mitch caviler

Feel like I'm dame left them niggas inna rear

Tryna go AI need begetters in my ear

Ja Morant at the rim lil nigga be clear

Finna go g annis ima smoke him like a dear

Ball like James Harden now im growing out my beard

Remember back inna days I still got play

Them hoes been fuckin I got slick ways

Boa fuck a og heard he smoke free base

Go hard inna paint 06 D Wade

I let the whole choppa sang onna e way

We da Real Lynch mobb hang him on his bday

Hell nawl I can't change I won't be fake

Say that he want beef fat folks eat steak

Nah nigga we don't play fair

Brand new jays just came inna mail yea the pack touch down just gotta new pair

I'm the one wit the plan got bands in my hand

So im feeling like the man yea the man of the year

Or the man of the hour

Out in LA puffin on grade A boa you still smoke sour

Free my dawg out the state folks nem onna way, when the nigga come home a still sell powda

Scat pac race say a time and place do it onna highway nigga fuck rush hour

Lil bitch what it do now we onna west loop might get too drunk burn down trump towers

Yea I do the most get did like ghost if you ever play wit me respect my power

That young nigga legend he 10 plus 11 he act like he been here before

Remember in 2013 we was only 11 we used to go steal out the store

These niggas they wanna come be me but they can't een compete they be mad cause im fuckin they hoes

I done came up from the street now they wanna hate me man I used to whip dope onna stove

Gang