Letras
I'm not no picky nigga, if he want it, he gon' get it, get the city litty
Been my mission for a minute, run with plenty killers They ain't duckin' from no tension, it's a switchy nigga
Better get low when I hit it, Oh you stand on business? Well what the fuck, you think I'm doin? This gun ain't for no picture
The people watchin' all my movement, youngest nigga in it Them hoes can't wait to come and screw me in them trenches
I'm on fooly with my yeek out, and my jewelry on, Talk to Terry when I'm all alone, like, damn, you really gone
Seventeen years, we been in the strong, still got you right or wrong That hoe ever say your name, it's on, choppa singin' songs
Hit shit up all way from to head to toe, that's how you send it home, From knockin' buzzin, totin' on that iron
Breakin' on the car, Ma look at your baby boy a star, But I ain't too far, skrrt it, jump out, hit somethin' with that Nick
Like it's last name Minaj, TGE they know what's up, I'm not a picky nigga
If he want it, he gon' get it, get the city litty It been my mission for a minute, run with plenty killers
They ain't duckin' from no tension, it's a switchy nigga Better get low when I hit it, all my niggas with it
And they trigga fingers itchy, we bout poles and killing Won't get into all that dissing, sit back for a minute
Now I'm here, a nigga can't miss it, money, cars, and bitches I hear them callin, like, come get me, I'm the same lil' nigga
Won't do no switchin, or no snitchin' Only difference I don't kick it, now my favorite friend is Benji
Get your casket, get picked out quicker Trynna put on a front for Insta, B.J. drive him out the window
Try and come rearrange your dental, bitch Niggas just be talkin' beats, the only time they killin' shit
I can work that chopstick like a veteran or not, I get it sent Pull on side your whip, kill everything that decide to get in it
My niggas is gremlins, but don't need to pop pills to get busy Active with that blower, I'ma lock in like I'm throwing dog
Hop out, chase my target, then go sit it down like Rosa Parks Paint somethin' with that stick, that's what I like to call a
Show of arts, and my niggas is dead, so ain't no way that I'ma show remorse