Executives

I got these hoes by the neck
Line up to meet me that's just how it is
Everybody see me, I do not stress
Cuz all god gave me was these beats and a pen
Ima make it out these streets yea fuck who I offend
I pull up real quick in the all white cayenne
I got 12 different bitches and all of them is 10
I don't wanna talk if u ain't talking checks
And I'm with the gang yea we all execs
Can't live like us yea that's got you upset
Bitch I'm up now I'm not tryna be next
There's hunchos to be made and I want alla bread
Theres a couple estates that I want in my neck
Pouring up that red I'm gone sip till it's dead
Fuck 12 the system they want us all dead
Poison-in our food and our water full of lead
But we don't wanna talk about that shit
Just get that money take care of yourself that's it
Fuck it I guess

Yeeeaa I do as I please
I bring in the heat
Dont come near me
Don't think shit is sweet
Yeaaa u can't compete
Yea u ain't got shit on me
Yea u just a flee boy
Flee boy