Bitch
Yeah
(Enrgy made this one)
Huh
I don't read, how the fuck I keep gettin' booked
Car white, but it say Blackwing, you gettin' cooked
I swear to God, any artist signed to me, they gettin' pushed
She said, "Why you always wearin' black?", baby, that's the look, you know
That's the time I'm on
I don't kiss on no bitch, the only thing touch my lips is the styrofoam
Wish I hit the nigga with the stick, but I fired on him
It look like your pussy got some grip, you got pliers don't you, huh
Heard she got some pull, come on, let me do it
Check the Drac' after a couple spins, you might break the wood
Told bae, "You ain't gotta stress, I got pape', we good"
Go pull a hundred out, somebody say, "I bet you won't do it"
Y'all better not tempt me
To the point I can't drive cars if that shit ain't tinted
I got too turnt and bust my lip, I hit it with my pendant
I got four pits that stay on tip, but I keep them fenced in
Bust watch on my arm, I rock it like a wristband
Touch that and catch the R, bullets burn like Blistex, you know
It's easy to talk that tough shit, but can you stand behind it?
Fuck around and trick shot it, don't let a nigga stand behind me
You can't play me like no bitch, and I stand behind it
I don't wanna rap with niggas and I hope y'all ain't offended by it
And if you is, I don't even give a fuck
Mind of a Striker Boy, bro, you might as well fill it up
Get off our dick so much and then she might just give you somethin'
I just spent four hundred on this drank, bro, I ain't spillin' nothin'
Me and Gramm so locked in, I call that nigga bousin
Bitch I just got off a stick, you better fuckin' stuff it
My first team with all blues, I ain't even wanna touch it
That was all illegal money, I got that out the gutter
With a ten pound ball like it's Lucky Strike
I know that you ain't easy, I'ma be pissed if I don't fuck tonight
She ridin' passenger, I told her, "Come over to the other side"
Pull my pants down, I told her, "Do that for me while I drive"
I said, "I ain't gon' crash again"
Goyard backpack, if you was wonderin' what kinda bag I'm in
And I lost one time, I said, "I ain't ever coming last again"
'Cause when I took a L, I did some shit that I ain't happy with
It's a two-day trip, well, I ain't packin' shit
When I touch down, grab a fit, that's what bag I'm in
That's what I'm feelin' like, mmm
If it's hittin' on somethin', then I might let you spend the night
I forgot I had that drank, let me get a Sprite
Move over so I can slide this 'Cat, you tryna spin a bike
Every bitch that I done fapped, they would spin twice
But I ain't let them all double back 'cause that shit was aight
The Chally got no back, but I still ride with five
I can make a big impact just off what I decide
I stay on P, that's why I keep that bitch in drive
You gon' hear a "Frrt-frrt", one a heat and one a car
