I MADE A BEAT LOL

Hoe woah, woah, oh, oh

Baby I just wanna know what the truth is (Just tell me)
Voices keep telling me yes but the one says to trust me you don't wanna do this
Doing shit I shouldn't bother fussing with niggas that ain't got a dollar
Cow girl got me on rock ain't talking Schnitzel but little shorty a rider
Heard you like gambling ok the new game is life put the game in the cartridge
I told you that I didn't care anymore so baby girl why you keep talking
Seen the same niggas that fuck with Ryuga
Now they turned to shooters with Ruger's
And the same niggas stingy with they shit is now
The same niggas that's begging don't shoot us
I turned my location off baby you crazy
Its no way to find me its no way to trace me
Yeah I make beats now I'm still an artist
I'm nun of these lame niggas begging for placements
My exes listen to my music I think that they finally seeing I'm far from a basic
They all didn't choose me and now
They all wanna suck my dick cause you see I'm finna get famous

Imma show you

Bitch I'm riding round town
Ain't no handouts but got backy's for niggas staying down
One hundred niggas surround you then that's one hundred thirty rounds
I'm hearing shots all around me man I just love just how it sounds
A price up on yo head yeah that's a really big amount
Aye but fuck it it ain't shit to put that nigga on a tee
Its Hella niggas in this world so why you tryna mess with me?
Just like a sweat up on 2K hoe every shot I hit is green
I like to get shit done in life quick bitch I'm going for the head shot
She asking me what I been on cause I don't miss no Deadshot
This Omnitrix gone cost way more than Richard Millie wrist watches
Yo bitch shake ass to all my songs on all her god damn Tiktok's yeah
Drip drop little bitch I'm drowning
I catch my prey then I take off just like a falcon
These niggas spreading rumor's bout me why you telling lies?
Leech on my name while you still can bitch you can suck a dick and die

He can die five times, I'm tired of living like this don't wanna see mama cry
I'm just an average nigga making music with mob ties
I'm steady worried bout that bread while she worried bout being mine
This is my life baby imma take control
Different when we talk bout niggas shorty she on go
Soul eater feel like death the kid the way my niggas tote them poles
Put in work like everyday but on the low ski no one knows
Big check, big clothes, big amounts
I'm going up north now all the shorty's going south
I don't know who you talking to but better watch yo mouth
No that bitch ain't wanna talk when I asked what's her body count
What's it hitting for? (Yeah)
I be rocking shit that yo ass cant afford (Nah)
I be going thru it when I press record (Make it stop)
Just letting my emotions out that I cant to the world on my own accord
So all aboard Van Lords ship what are you finding?
Ain't no point in making sure you head first just dive in
When your on my ship its gone be more than advent