Major Leagues Songtext

You ain't got a check, please don't check for me
Whole lotta vision [?]
You pay for pussy, the pussy pay me
I'm whippin' a 'Rari like this shit a Jeep
The feds pull up, we fleeing the scene
We'on really fuck with no opps, yeah
Pussy boy rather get shot, yeah
Only fifteen with a Glock, yeah
Sui that boy, he on top, yeah
Niggas tryna steal my spot, ayy
.40 knock a nigga out his socks, ayy
Got a laser green beam on the Glock, ayy
Wipe a nigga block with a mop, ayy
Pussy don't do nun
Bring a strap, pull the tools up
He ain't gon shoot, that boy knew us
He know we ruthless
I might hop out and pop in your dreams, like I'm Freddy Krueger
Like, if they wan' do some', tell them niggas come do some'
When they see me, don't do none' Hide your baby, this shit could get gruesome
Fuck [?] they abusing
Finna run in yo' shit, we gon' move it
Finna run in yo' shit, we gon' move it
Finna cop me that Tesla, I'm cruising
Had to sturdy the game, I'ma stool it
All these bitches, they flock for my music
I ain't hearing that shit, they all muted
I ain't rap on this beat, I abused it
[?] my shit on stupid, ok

What more they want from me?
I've been your hero, I landed you comfortably
If I'm falling off, I'm bringing the sauce with me
I'm the king of [?] I'm bringing a cross with me
What do they want from me?
Told my girl I'm a demon, so you better run from me
I'm not picking no sides, I be who I wanna be
[?] on my cap, I feel like I'm Major League