R3kless

You're it

You're it

You're it, quitsies

Anti-quitsies, you're it, quitsies, no anti-quitsies, no startsies (bitch)

You can't do that

Can too

Cannot, stamped it

Can too, double stamped it, no erasies

Damn, I'm 'bout to fall

My bars like a car with bad brakes, they don't stop at all

Dog dropped the top on his whip, I knocked his top off

Brand new .308, the bullets lookin' like some hot dogs

Nigga pulled a gun out on me, that wasn't smart at all

Knocked his ass out before he got to let a shot off

Caught another blow to the nose, now he got lockjaw

A five in one pop and this bitch lookin' like hot sauce

I just left the stu' and bought a four, from my auntie Lisa

Poked him twice and left him on the bed, it was Tempur-Pedic

Shit real, promoters tryna book us for a show in Cleveland

Pussy had a lil' stench on it, but the head strategic

I just drunk a whole pint, now I got amnesia

I can't remember that bitch name, but the pussy decent

Me and Mike both fucked that ho, you a pussy eater

Know she suck dick, she got big lips and crooked teefus

Me and Rio made a new wave, but they ain't keepin' up

Bang Dumb and Dumb3r out your shit and fuck the speakers up

Plug pulled up on me yesterday, threw a key in the truck

Bro, I think this crazy bitch outside, she keyin' your truck

Don't lie to me, baby, just be upfront

Unc' slid down in somethin' with the big B in the front

Passed up all you rap niggas, now we in the front

Got his ho on tip, suckin' dick, pourin' lean in cups

Drop a nigga like I just made him pee in a cup

Cookie strong as fuck, I just put Hercules in a blunt

Smoke seven grams of Berner Cookie, now I'm seekin' Runtz

Pop a nigga on a Friday night and fuck his weekend up

Me and Mike be on some stupid shit

Muzzle on the chop, that bitch sound like it's pootin' and shittin'

Pull up to the courthouse with a Glock, they losin' the witness

Hit him two times in his head, he pooed in his britches

Stamped it

Can too, double stamped it, no erasies

Cannot, triple stamped it, no erasies, touch blue, make it true

No, no, you can't triple stamp a double stamp

You can't triple stamp a double stamp, Lloyd

You can't triple stamp a double stamp

Lloyd, Lloyd (guys)

Oh, y'all thought it's over

Pop a nigga, stuff him in a box, now he claustrophobic

Young dog don't sip lean no more, but he often rollin'

Caught an opp slippin' at the light and he lost composure

Now we in a different bag

Got some head and scratched off on her and gave her whiplash

Rio poured up a cream soda until it looked black

Young nigga fuckin' on my old teacher from gym class

I just scored a glass pint of red, you drinkin' SlimFast

Fucked her good, since me and bro been in a gym bag

Really plugged in, fuck a pint, I got a script pad

My coke plug stay in Texas, met him at Six Flags

I got that shit on me

Nigga think we finna throw the hands, I whipped out stick on him

Shot him more than twenty-some times and dropped the clip on him

Four eights of red, that's two pints, I got a fifth on me