Pound For Pound

I want the fetti on fetti
I feel like 2000 Nelly
My life a movie like Belly
You fuck with my neice I get deadly
I never ran in my life
Stayed down and I fight
All of these pussies are shife
Your daddy a rat you a mice
Everyone poppin bout pistols
'Sco just gon let off the missiles
They do not know what I’ve been through
Oh you been shot at? I been too
I do not fuck with no floozie
My bitch is bad and she bougie
Actresses straight out the movies
Last man was a goofy
Badass like Im Boosie, young fly like Im Lucci
DYNA gang the new Ruthless
Get to talkin, leave you toothless
Boy the fuck is you doin?
Im from Houston they screw shit
Martin King with the movement
Jay-Z with the blueprint
Barrio God
Im Steph Curry with the rock
Go Rambo with the shottas
You touch my product, gotta cop it
I buy her Jimmy Choo and Prada
I had a bad bitch that did anything I told her even with the yola
We sellin whole figure fours, I made a killin off the Folgers
I play the field, Ima keep it real everything I got was out the bowl
You really down to sell your soul?
They gave him life he never told
I know some niggas out in South Central sellin sacks, sendin money home
Im sendin picture through the phone, I gotta throw a dog a bone
My young nigga say he with whatever, Im just tryin to school him on some dough
Im frontin packs to Baby Joe, bettin on the dice all 10 or 4
Im from a city where they show the money but thats about as far as it’ll go
Use it all in a hole, I’ll get it back before the morning
Trap