I done been shot past niggas (You're tellin' me you built a time machine?) (I just appreciate you so much, Allen) Yeah I done been shot past niggas A quarter M on Nellies, my bitch bags different Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga I done been had Ms How the fuck all the hatin' come from friends? She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten Still Mr. Fuck a Bitch Friend, Mr. Buss a Band Mr. Pour the Trish Out, I only want the red Free my nigga Tez, my Uncle Nell Free my nigga Ric', still ain't never bought a Jeep Holla if you lost a bitch, I still ain't never left the East I'ma road runnin', send more hundreds They say they need raw, shit, we got more comin' I'm the dope man still, blow, Perc, and pills Hard for Drew to beat it, say they caught him on film I'm a Louis Timb nigga, Saint Michael's brim nigga Ask around, they gon' tell you that we lil niggas Ask again, they gon' tell you that we kill niggas Hard for me to feel niggas, I seen statements Hard for me to chill when I'm used to goin' crazy I done been shot past niggas A quarter M on Nellies, my bitch bags different Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga I done been had Ms How the fuck all the hatin' come from friends? She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten Still Mr. Fuck a Bitch Friend, Mr. Buss a Band Mr. Pour the Trish Out, I only want the red Heard they just popped a nigga dead (fuck him) All in the dirt (pussy) Every time they diss, we make 'em buy another shirt I be ballin' on the twelfth same way I do the first Nigga merch I'll never vouch for a nigga I ain't serve with Ain't the one to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain't heard shit I just bought a Cully, not to drive, just to swerve with Next time a nigga shoot at mine, bitch, we purgin' I know you niggas nervous My side bitches be curvin' I'll never vouch for a nigga I ain't serve with Ain't the type to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain't heard shit I just bought a Cully, not to drive, just to swerve with I know you niggas heard me I done been shot past niggas A quarter M on Nellies, my bitch bags different Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga I done been had Ms How the fuck all the hatin' come from friends? She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten Still Mr. Fuck a Bitch Friend, Mr. Buss a Band Mr. Pour the Trish Out, I only want the red