Yeah, yeah, K
Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, aye, aye, (woah) aye
Woah (aye), yeah, yeah (aye)
(Aye) yeah, yeah (aye)
Niggas think that they hard but they not
Get the kick, we got it all on lock, uh
Mask down, we runnin' his spot
I fuck around and get him hit with the glock
Bro, nigga, talkin'
Just shut up and stop
You flippin' the patties, I'm makin' the guap
You sendin' bullets but all of them miss
But when I send me a bullet, it's hittin' ya top
See, I'm on my grown shit
Had to tell ya hoe, "Leave me alone, bitch"
When I pull this glock out of my bag
And I up and I tote it, I promise I won't miss
And to all of them hatin' ass niggas that stay on my phone
You can go eat a whole dick (gang, gang)
While your trappa keep hittin' my line (gang, gang)
She keep testin' my phone
Tryna ring at the tone, bitch (gang, yeah)
Better make a miss, nigga
This might be yo' end, nigga
Talkin' buddy-buddy get you fucked up
We not friends, nigga
Told yo' bitch that we can't fuck if that bitch is not a ten, nigga
Nigga got it twisted, would've thought his ass was rim, nigga
Sold just like a ram, nigga
Choppa blam-blam-blam, nigga
Bitch, do not disturb me like Elijah and it's Kam, nigga
Bitch, I kill yo' ass
Don't know why you thought we fam, nigga
I run through yo' club
Bitch, shoot it, I'm not talkin' Sams, nigga
OK, like, Bulls a trip tonight
I'll take his bitch tonight
Fist gallant till we withdraw
'Lil bitch a space like a gigabyte
Little niggas pick a fight
Look at you and yo' fah-fah
You was talkin' that shit on the net
Put that blick to yo' neck
Yo' guts gettin' twisted like pah-pah
Make that boy shit to his stomach
My glock made him vomit
I lock up shit like a rockstar
Aye, you gotta pay for dick or we ain't fuckin'
Got that bitch on me, guess what I be clutchin'
And it's extendo, yeah, I hold a hunnid
Now that pussy nigga runnin'
Enter his back and comin' out his stomach
My niggas go up on other niggas' clummet
Take out the trash, your music in a ruckus
He wanted a feature, ask him what his budget
I don't want your budget, bitch
Hit that bitch and break her back on some other shit
And I don't give a fuck about occasion
If I'm walking out, then you know that I'm clutchin' it
Got a problem, we solve the equation
I'm walkin' him down with a heater and oven mitt
If he make the wrong move then I'm bustin' it
Mickey Deez on my dick, she be lovin' it
On God
Yeah, you ain't spittin' no bars
Go get a dictionary
I start dreamin' a feature beatin' your ass
Now I feel like a visionary
She like to look at my face while I'm deep in the guts
So I'm fuckin' her missionary
Run up on me if you really darin'
Step on these niggas, I feel like Aaron
I'm not carin'
I swear I got kids, I'm that niggas' parent
On my Brody, I get to that bankroll
I won't love or treat for a stank hoe
My dick great, sorta like Naeko
I'm a demon when I'm givin' them halo
DBK blowin' up, eeiny meenie
This not a company, get out of my fuckin' business
Better buy if you can't comprehend it
I just stay busy while cuttin' off competition
You was just fuckin' for competitive
Smokin' gas, extra work
This a sedative
I'm too fly in this bitch like a pelican
Like a Nova 'cause my flow too elegant
Talkin' on with whatever man say he rappin'
I just fuckin' know you can't take his life
And then I hide his skeleton
No one searchin' for him
He irrelevant
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