Letras
Yeah, I'm in the back of the session
I'm boutta get lit
Heard that lil nigga was talkin' that shit
I'ma up it and click it right there at his fitted
Talkin' that shit, lil nigga the realest
Lil pussy ass boy, why you up in your feelings?
I might sing on the track
I might feel like The Weeknd
Boutta pop a lil perky
Get geeked for the weekend
You a dummy boy, you talk that shit
I'm like what's up?
Me and Los, we gettin' sturdy in this bitch
We cookin' up
Why you talkin' on my name?
You don't know I get in?
The ambulance gon' pull up on you niggas screamin' why?
Talkin' that shit, lil nigga you die
Talkin' that shit and I might take your life
The 808 thumpin, it's punchin' all night
And I might go and slap on your bitch
Like a dyke
Move around in the session
Lil bitch, she get hype
She keep playin' my songs
She said"nigga you tight"
I'm fuckin' that pussy
I'm hittin' it right
Kick that bitch out my door
Tell her"call me tonight"
Better go get a Uber
I'ma ride with my shootas
Yeah, I ride with my 'ootas
Come back with my Ruger
I don't fuck with these niggas
I promise I'm poppin' your coofy
If you talkin' that shit
And I'm up in the back
And I'm smokin' my dope
And I don't give a fuck
Lil bitch, I been lit
That lil nigga was talkin' right there on the net
S.O.S when I pull out that chop' to his head
And I feel like I'm Carti, a whole lotta red
Eliantte, these diamonds
These shit's on my neck
No, I can't ever stop
No, I can't never miss
And I'm back in this bitch
And I keep makin' hits
She said"Blixy, you real""Yeah, you way too legit"
Workin' all night got a young nigga sick
Y'all niggas sick
It's finna get worse when my shit go viral
Fuck nigga talkin' real crazy on me
Said he spinnin' my block
I pull up, now he spiral
That nigga ain't shit, I run it up and he run from his problems
He dodging trial
I'm totin my blick, ain't a thing you can do
I ain't talkin to you, ain't a game no revival
I'm slidin with blix and we not finna spare a nigga
We got them sticks and we ready to tear a nigga
Movin' like Styx on my Mr. Roboto shit
You are not safe and you ain't got a savior nigga
Huh, I ain't playing with y'all
Fuck around find out y'all so soft
You slide, I pop that'll stick with pops
Yo' set can't slide, you ain't got no chops
Lil nigga it's wraps, you ain't have no opps in the first place
You couldn't fuck me up on my worst day
You the type to crash out crazy in the worst way
Toddler temper tantrum, no way
Got this piece and it piece you up
'Til it peace you out you'll die in the sun rays
Brodie talkin like he Berdly to Noelle
Shawty don't want you so get out ya love phase
(That lil nigga was talkin' right there on the net)
(S.O.S when I pull out that chop' to his head)
(And I feel like I'm Carti, a whole lotta red)
(Eliantte, these diamonds)
(These shit's on my neck)
(Got this piece and it piece you up)
('Til it peace you out you'll die in the sun rays)
(Brodie talkin like he Berdly to Noelle)
(Shawty don't want you so get out ya love phase)