Aggressiveness

It's a Wayne beat
 What up, Wayne?
 Ghetto boy shit, nigga, you know what the fuck going on
 Alright, mmm
 I was riding with a gun and a scale when I went to jail
 So fucked up, was throwing quarters in a wishing well
 She ain't even take her panties off yet, and its a fishy smell
 Got into it with my bitch, and left the crib with thirty racks,
 told her wish me well
 Who got a brick for sale?
 I got three pints of Wockhardt right now, another zip for sale
 Short me? This is not a zip, bro, fix your scale
 Dick so good, I ain't have to fight the bitch, I made her hit herself
 Lying talking 'bout you got a hundred, do you hear yourself?
 Niggas poor-minded, they don't want a M, they wanna hear they self
 Like, you get it?
 Like they don't want a M, they wanna be muted
 So, they don't wanna hear, alright
 You gotta know what I'm, listen, you gotta know how to work
 Pro Tools to know what I'm talking about?
 Alright, alright, alright, you gotta know this though
 Alright, alright, alright, I'm back
 You gotta know how to work a AK, you wanna kill somebody
 I could lose everything I got today, but I'm still somebody
 God blessed me with a gift, I wanna heal somebody
 Signed to DistroKid, I'll never sign a record deal probably
 Nope, I'll never sign a dotted line
 Got into it with my right hand 'cause it shot a 9
 Oh we talking 'bout drank? I done drunk an eight a lotta times
 Heard doggie bone told again and I'm not surprised
 He should get a piggy bank, he dropped a lotta dimes
 I don't own these pants I got on, but the pockets mine
 Bitch, my baby momma love my dirty drawers, you don't gotta like me
 Plus I got a dirty Glock in my draws, you don't gotta fight me
 If you see me out, just say what up, you ain't gotta write me
 Three M30 blues in me, I just popped a 90
 Had to cut my cousin off, he was kinda shiesty
 Got a bougie bitch, lil ankle biter, she kinda feisty
 I just hit the Wock raw, it was kinda tasty
 Regret shooting dawg crib up, I could've shot a baby
 Hundred dollar, three-five of wafers, got a thousand eighthies
 Fucked ten hoes raw, and they all pregnant, I got a lot of maybes
 Had to tell Baby Ghost chill, he just shot a stranger
 Yesterday a nigga got killed right here, but we not in danger
 Blue hundreds thick like a notebook, I got a lotta paper
 AR loud as fuck, it need a carburetor
 Just left the town, on my way to the country, in a town & country
 I be tryna blend in with them folk, what you smoke,
 I be sounding country
 Took six zips out a nigga 'bow 'cause the pound was fluffy
 Please don't start talking pap' to me, I seen a lot of money
 Stop worrying 'bout what my chain cost, go buy a house or something
 Your pops a rat, now you tryna tell, you a mouse or something?
 Somebody call A1 for me, I need an ounce or something
 Walked in the jewelry store with eighty racks,
 but I walked out with nothing
 Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
 Accidental shit talking, you know what the fuck going on
 And we ain't even started yet, nigga
 The present begins