Sticks up All my bitches bad, I ain't ever missed Drop that money, pick it off the floor, what you pocketing? I'ma chase paper because that cash, I can lay with it You chasing bitches more than a bag, you will never get it Drop that burning hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kicking Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spitting Niggas want Khalid Muhammad, I'm closest to him rhyming Yeah, they still obsessed with us 'cause stealing niggas shit is timeless Big money, no motion, you never get a cut Bitches tryna keep me down, they never wanna see me when I'm up I'm dressed like Rhythm Nation, no patience for who y'all holdin' up You people treat them like messiahs, they not holy to us Drop that burning hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kicking Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spitting Beam right in his face, he said a prayer Niggas gossipin', chopper gon' clear the air Quit window shoppings, boy, you need profit for copping Yo' bitch a bopper and you not gonna make it with her beside All my bitches bad, I ain't ever missed Drop that money, pick it off the floor, what you pocketing? I'ma chase paper because that cash, I can lay with it You chasing bitches more than a bag, you will never get it Drop that burning hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kicking Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spitting Niggas want Khalid Muhammad, I'm closest to him rhyming Yeah, they still obsessed with us 'cause stealing niggas shit is timeless These times that we living in, keep the strap on us The F&N I'm packing gon' back me up, in myself I trust There was a time when I thought love go hand-in-hand with lust And every time I'm down, I got another bitch to cheer me up It's obvious I'm not with the faking, niggas ain't really cakin' I commit to hating specific agents, I never chase it Dressing like I'm Taker and dual-wielding like Tomb Raider Hope ain't in the air, let's see who stays and who really ain't there Drop that burning hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kicking Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spitting Drop that burning hammer, this a finish, you ain't never kicking Check the body camera, in a copper's face, I'm probably spitting Niggas be missin' out on money 'cause they chasin' bitches Niggas be chasin' bitches out they league and spendin' chicken How can I say this, I'm the bravest in my circle, it's no rehearsal It's black and on purpose, I know you can't relate Everything that I feel, it's channeled through my skin, I know you hate it Everything that I say is from that point of view, there's no debate Most these niggas, they wakin' up and they be doin' the same shit every day Pour the soda in the pot and make it do the Macarena