People wan' know why I ain't runnin' from nothin' 'Cause my momma wit' the shits, and my big brothers was thuggin', nigga I used to try to thug it wit' my big brothers, they used to tell me: Goddamn nigga, nah, hell nah, nigga, take yo' ass in the house, nigga, fuck you doin', nigga? They'll let my friend hit the—hit the blunt, nigga He—he over here wit' me People wonder why I ain't runnin' from nothin' 'Cause my momma wit' the shits, and my big brothers was thuggin', nigga Look, sometimes you gotta pop out and punk niggas Like, even if my momma fuck wit' ya, I wouldn't fuck wit' ya Go ask, nigga, I wouldn't share a motherfuckin' blunt wit' ya And I wouldn't walk up on me if you ain't got yo' motherfuckin' gun wit' ya I'm blastin' Niggas go run they mouth, you see what happеn Nigga, I'm from the south where wе get active Nigga gon' watch his mouth, but we gon' smash him We'll get on yo' ass like we some khakis, on some West Coast shit Niggas ain't like me, nigga Haha Yeah, niggas is not like us Niggas is not like us Niggas ain't like me, dope boy, white T, fitted hat I was shootin' craps and playin' spades when you played pitty pat I was taught a nigga put his hands on you, then hit him back And if he actin' like he wanna put his hands on you, then hit him first I was hoppin' out wit' trash bags, them bitches full of work You can ask the last few niggas that played wit' me, they'll tell you bullets hurt And I ain't talkin' about the pews that you sit in but I got that wooden church If a church shooter come walk in the sanctuary, I bet I put him down I'm the one that up the score on niggas, that's why I'm still in town I'll get on yo' ass all by myself and make you simmer down Nigga, you the type to meet the fuckin' plug and try to steal a pound When you could've got a hunnid on the face, but you a stupid nigga They ain't gon' play wit' me when they see me 'cause I'ma shoot the nigga Ever since I was three, they hate on me, I'm kinda used to niggas They callin' the God damn phone all through the night; I'm out in Houston wit' a five Go against bossman, I'll Boosie niggas Believe that, nigga Point behind the tint, nigga, don't ever pull beside me All them guns in yo' pics, nigga, is you ever gon' get a body? I grab her by her neck and look in her eyes whenever she ride me This ain't Karate Kid, I put that iron on Mr. Miyagi This ain't for college kids, somebody gon' die in here if they try me I'm one of the coldest rappers out here that's alive, but they tryna hide me I was gettin' fo' hunnid thousand dollars a show and they still couldn't buy me I'll leave one of these bitch-ass niggas right here on the flo', that's on my momma These niggas ain't nothin' like her baby, I be poppin' this shit for my daughter These niggas ain't nothin' like they daddy, I be poppin' this shit for my niece These niggas ain't nothin' like they unc', I'ma make the fuckin' news every time they fuck wit' me or touch me On my motherfuckin' brother, nigga Block a bitch, delete her motherfuckin' number I ain't finna talk to you till the end of motherfuckin' summer These niggas sports bettin', talkin' 'bout the over and under I used to score extra, come get fo', I'll throw you another Nigga, my life GTA, I'm really livin' the way I wanna Ready to shoot like SGA, I ride wit' two, you know it's thunder Keep it too, bitch, you ain't stepped on shit I'ma keep on trippin' 'cause I'm slept on The rawest nigga wit' a microphone and some headphones When I catch a nigga, they gon' say that we did him dead wrong Got a pocket full of big blue hunnid's, but I'm still fuckin' wit' a redbone That fuckin' 'round wit' me bad for you baby, better off doin' heroin And she know I like to get head from her, gettin' head better when her hair long I'm paranoid, I pull the pistol out and point it at you if you stare long A bitch got 'bout two weeks for me to care, 'cause I don't really care long I would tell you ask the last niggas that played wit' me, but they're gone Them niggas done caught a flat and they can't come back, I guess they spare gone I'ma finna fly out to LAX and go have me some Grammy sex And smoke on me some Cali' weed wit' a pistol in my gallery I'm tryna see 'bout her friend who wanna fuck, so now she mad at me Play wit' me, it's (Fah, fah, fah), another casualty, DOA I don't do no CashApp, send that to my BOA Once a fuckin' month, I send a Zelle to get my BM straight Nigga play wit' me, gon' play in hell, bitch, I don't even play Wit' kids that ain't my family, nigga, see me and they ask me, nigga Niggas wonder why I ain't runnin' from nothin' 'Cause my last name Kirk and my big brothers was thuggin', nigga Yeah Another demonstration Uh That's my Baby