his subject matter will always be his weakness but it is what it is at this point 
dude is a GOATwe need to discuss the brother gunplay's verse yall. i believe he hails from miami
And I was raised to be a killer but I grew to be a hustler
Beg your pardon, tell you sorry, I don't argue with the customer
(Yeah, I don't argue with the customer)
And I got two bad bytches and they crying for the white
Play the cards in my hand right, they dyking by tonight
Call the plug, bad news, tell the story 'til it's boring
Sounding sketchy and he know it, I don't care, I need my coin
And that's word to this dirty iron lying on my groin
Any time, get in line like a rhyme in a poem
White lines in my foreign, hit rewind on the porn
That's your main? She my side, couple times, paid my bond
Got a thousand eight grams of that glitter, come and get it
Gettin' bands with the yams, fukk the fans on the Twitter
fukk the 'Gram, stop playin', white grams, I get rid of
White bytch sucking dikk, I'll leave her class on her sweater
While I mash on the pedal, talking shyt to her, tell her
That I'm mad that I met her, bytch, don't ever push your head up
Got the smackers on call, sliding bare face and all
No shells, so well done, I let 'em take the vault
Three C's, two M's, one G up in the Benz
One liter of the lean, your main squeeze up in my lens
(Your main squeeze up in my lens)
Fake liter of the lean, your main squeeze up in my lens
on gang he was born to rap. word is bond
