Letras
Ayy, watch me geek with this Glock, I'll do a nerd dumb
Finger on the trigger, got me thumbin' through these Huns
Hit her from the back just to watch a bitch run off patrol
Mixed with Henny, but this money got me numb
Tell me, all these niggas thuggin' on the ground
Thankful for my shooter, that lil' nigga, he go ham
Knowin' I'm the shit, but I'd rather be humble
Move subtle, makin' plays, only killers in my huddle
Gangin', suicide those, bitch, we slangin
Dangerous, we don't know art, but we pay shit
Don't lane switch, merge with the opps and get your brain hit
Can't even tell a groupie ho from a main bitch
Not to switch topics, but these birds out of pocket
Bitch, I'm quarterbackin' with a whole lotta options
This dick like a high score, she can't wait to top it
Bop it, sloppy go crazy like Tiana, she geekin
Freakin', this lil' bitch tweakin
Fuck her all year and dip right on cuddle season
Bitch, I need a bag, not a pinch, you can keep those
Feel like future, all I want for Christmas is a freak ho
Gucci mixed with skinny, got me lookin' like a Chico
If I pop this bean, I might fuck about three hoes
Boy, you ain't no shooter, flexin' guns, that's a dumb move
This ain't Fortnite, can't build walls once I come through
Bless a nigga, bitch, like she sneeze, then I'm back to it
If we fell off, then lil' nerd ain't no back coolin
Chopper gotta stutter like that fat nigga named Reuben
You is my bitch, you like my dick, bird, you just blew it
I talk shit, pop shit on a bitch
I pull up, I don't shot with them sticks
I need a bird who take risks in his dick
I need a bag, last thing is a bitch
I talk shit, pop shit on a bitch
I pull up, I don't shot with them sticks
I need a bird who take risks in his dick
I need a bag, last thing is a bitch