Lyrics
Thottie too hard and these niggas should know that you get in the way you get hit with no face plant
Niggas should know that I run wit the Mob and we carrying guns and them bullets gon shake fast
Shawty keep texting my phone so I go to her dorm I'm breaking her down like a Kitkat
I jus be running these tracks wit no training, I'm all in my mode man I feel like I'm Kid Flash
You say that's your girl but you won't get your bitch back
Rick on the feet and the Lavins, they mismatch
He say he gon spin when he spin, tell em"Big cap"
They know what I did for the Vil, tell em"Get back"
Grinding for nothing Lil boy you gon stay sad
We airing em out we not talking no Playback
Popping my shit but you know I'm still laid back
Bullets they flipping his car like it's Wayback
Fuck it, we flipping his car like it's Wendy's
And I stay wit that ink I ain't talking bout Bendy
Had to swap out the Honda and get me a Chevy
Had to jump out the house wit the tec cause I'm ready
And I'm counting my guwap I got Fetti on Fetti
If they talking bout hits then lil bitch I got many
Claim he a shooter? That boy ain't gon shoot cause I'm dropping my Lo and that boy still won't get me
If she asking for food ima send her to Denny's
But fuck it I'm changing that rhyme scheme up
Ima walk in the club wit my Gen five tuck
If you making that cash everyday say"What!"
I'm solo sipping the deuce but my twin came in so I pass him the cup
Got a SRT no truck
Got a pint cause I'm tryna geek up
Got a pint cause I'm tryna geek up
Put the bitch to the side cause I ain't tryna fuck
If she texting my phone finna block, that's a must
I know niggas be talking that shit, tell em"Duck"
Ima get in that water wit the blade tryna cut
Nigga thinking that he better than this? He a nut
And the beat too cold, when I speak, heat it up
Ima chill at yo house while yo hoe eat it up
Wait lemme chill cause I feel disrespectful
And the bars off the top so I know it feel mental
We chalking em out I ain't talking no Stencil