You know how when a girl on their little cycle?
They gotta tampon.
They stick it up their little area.
Like a tampon, we gonna stick your ass up, rob you, finesse you out your shoe.
Dead flies.
I wrote the whole song in jail.
I got out.
I got out for like 3 months, went back to jail, and I feel like it came back to my head
like oh you still got this song in the pocket.
How I have my songs wrote, I could switch it up to any beat.
I could just write something and find a beat, then throw it on there.
I ain’t gonna lie, when I first heard it, I wanted to drop that same day.
I was like “Boy, they gotta hear this.”
But they were like, “Nah bruh. Wait."
State Property influenced the first line cause they were robbin' shit, stickin' shit, getting money.
Selling weed.
That's all I adapted to so shit all I knew.
My family like all them know I get in trouble.
I'm a hot head.
I'm gone crash.
They don't understand me.
They don't get what I was doing it for.
I’m strapped up.
Like no dyke.
So you run up on me, I got like 17 in this 26.
Burn a nigga real quick.
I wrote it.
I ain’t gonna lie to y’all.
I wrote it.
That’s a freestyle though.
Ain’t no hook.
That’s a freestyle.
I did a year in Citrus County jail.
Oh man.
Don’t go down there.
Them folks, they ain’t even gon’ play with ya.
A lot of niggas from the old age, they just rapping about a whole lot of fairytale shit.
These fanbases getting built and they lying to them.
My engineer, Nugget, that’s his cousin.
He was like, “Bruh my cousin makes beats."
"You gotta fuck with him.”
‘Cause I always used to get my beats off YouTube.
Just snap on a beat on YouTube.
He’s like, “Bruh."
"That shit ain’t what it is.”
I ain’t gonna lie.
That boy stupid on that piano.
Every time boy, he gonna cook up.
I ain’t gonna sit up here and cop with y'all.
I know I ain't all that.
I ain't everything but shit I ain't gonna front like I am.
She still want me.
YJB’s.
It's a lot of names, young junior boss.
It's a lot of names to it, young jigga boys.
It's a lot of things they go by.
But people like to put bad names behind our stuff.
I ain't gone speak on nothing.
Jit word, that’s Florida slang.
That’s Florida lingo.
Like you to me.
You older than me, I’m your jit.
Just do it.
We gonna check that shit.
Whatever you screaming about, we gonna check that shit.
If you flexing, you flagging.
Ain’t nothing.
No flag zone.