Maybe he′s next

Out here

He said what?Oh my God, Ronny

Look, I got a bullet with somebody's name on it

I get up on ′em, I don't need no aim on it

Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it

Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine it

Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it

Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let her lay on it

I′m in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it

I see a soda, I′m pourin' an eight on it

I fucked a bitch in a Wal-Mart, gettin′ Tootsie Roll

I had to pack, had the Wesson, no Smith though

He tried to front on me in front his friends and fam

I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know, hm

I came a long way from bando

Now my boss is a flavor of candy corn

I walked up on a crack gang, what they hittin′ for?

I keep the polish, no I'm not talkin′ steel toes

I hit a seven and picked up the dinner roll

I get the bread, then I fuck me a centerfold

I bought a Perc' like my name is Gorilla Zoe

I'm from the place where the killers and sinners go

I just cut the grass and showed the motherfuckin′ snakes

I took off my bandana and showed my fuckin′ face

Rose gold bandana, I tatted on my a-

$5,000 soap, every time I bathe (Ayy)

I just told her, "Maybe I mean what I say" (Ayy)

I don't really play and I hope you think it′s shade

I had to jump down and ain't no remember ho

When I come back with this K, I′ma kill a ho (Woo)

Thought I wasn't gettin′ no syrup

I put my cum on her face but I'm pitiful (Yeah)

I got a pack of them Skittles, bro

All different flavors and all different flavors

Type of hoes, all them centerfolds, hey

Look, I got a bullet with somebody's name on it

I get up on ′em, I don′t need no aim on it

Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it

Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine on it

Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it

Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let her lay on it

I′m in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it

I see a soda, I'm pourin′ an eight on it

Don't say RJ when I Mr. LA on it

Got a machine gun and it got a K on it

You got a debt and somebody gon′ pay on it

I got a bed and your bitch wanna plank on it

Cut the cocaine with the creatine, ayy

Fuck your dead homies and your memories, ayy

I got a gun, nigga, auto and spray on it

I don't do layaway, I cannot pay on it

Foot on their neck and I swear I'ma stay on it

Can′t rush my greatness so they gotta wait on it

You niggas too sweet, I could just put my bae on it

I fuck on a granny, her hair, it got gray on it

Get you down bad, I′ma blow out her back

These niggas too slimy, I'm playin′ with the sack

I got this stick, I'm equipped

Why I say ballin′ like we won a 'ship?

These niggas are hoes, I′ma go all the way

Walk through the back, like, "Take me to the VIP"

I send her back just to get some more hip

Hessie so fat in this police officer lip

Gave her the D, now she lovin' the Crip

If he wanna play, got his name on the tip, uh

Look, I got a bullet with somebody's name on it

I get up on ′em, I don′t need no aim on it

Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it

Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine on it

Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it

Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let her lay on it

I′m in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it

I see a soda, I'm pourin′ an eight on it

I fucked a bitch in a Wal-Mart, gettin' Tootsie Roll

I had to pack, had the Wesson, no Smith though

He tried to front on me in front his friends and fam

I had his bitch in the back, what he didn′t know, hm

I came a long way from bando

Now my boss is a flavor of candy corn

I walked up on a crack gang, what they hittin' for?

I keep the polish, and I'm not talkin′ steel toes