It's All on U

(Antt did the track)
 (Beat Gang)
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 Huh
 Yeah, never let them pussy niggas play me
 Put that on my baby, Forgis on a Maybach truck, it cost two-eighty
 Richer than them niggas that be hatin'
 Shooters like McGrady in Kentucky, with that fetti goin' crazy, huh
 Stick tucked, I let my chain hang
 Rich and gang bang
 Leave a 50 in this bitch to rain in, huh
 Bustin' shit, don't wear no Plain Jane
 Hundred-thousand dollar Rollie, Scottdale, an AP on the same hand
 You with the opps, that mean you ain't my mans
 You movin' like the cops, can't take a chance, 30-thousand in my pants
 Yeah, dog shit in my pockets, where your bands?
 Hit the show with 30 hitters
 I'm with Cudi, he'll blick before he land
 Cash it all the time, don't wait for shit
 20 chains, crazy kid
 Rich nigga, I can't fuck no basic bitch
 You never been no boss, you drankin' tris
 You never been no shooter, you's a bitch
 Quay Quay with me, he got stick, huh
 Pour the Wocky up and drop a six
 Icy than a bitch, put my city on the map, we in the mix
 I been slimin' shit out since a jit
 Cuban cost two bricks
 We got all them thirsty hoes takin' pics
 You wanna sign me? Yellin' out three mill'
 Tweakin' in this bitch, just popped a pill
 Gang'nem yellin' out, "Free Kill"
 Yeah, fuck a record label, we too real
 Fuck award shows, we in the field
 Shoot that chopper like I'm skilled, nigga
 I love my lil' bean 'cause she real
 She want me at my best, but love me at my worst, still
 I can't let 'em kill Bill
 I keep three Glocks and a stick
 One regular, one got a dick
 One of 'em fully, with a 50 and a switch
 A nigga diss, his ass better stay focused
 Nowadays, the real niggas be doin' a lot of ho shit
 Yeah, you know me, I'm on my zone shit
 My niggas don't speak english
 All they know is when we pull up, hop out, squeeze, and
 I'm fuckin' demonin' him
 Bullets miss, I'm immortal
 And I'm bossin' up, I got the 'Rari truck on pre-order
 The 50 for the Richard Mill', I ain't even see a quarter
 I need my 25, where I reside, these niggas down shorter
 I got expensive taste
 I'm drankin' Wock', I scrape
 Takin' zaza to the face, on a private jet in either state
 They see they down for me, but really fakin'
 Ain't one to help, put on my shoes, man, I couldn't tie my laces (yeah)
 Like John Gotti, beat a thousand cases
 We keepin' people straight, they doin' voodoo way in Haiti
 I'ma speak my mind every time, I don't care how you take it
 I keep it real, and for that all the real, niggas embrace me
 Jumped off the tour bus and all the bitches start to chase me
 But then my pockets start spreadin', I big faced it
 The cheese, the cheese done got me beefin' with my lady
 She pulled up to the ugly corner, jumped out, tryna mace me
 (Beat Gang, Beat Gang, Beat Gang...)