HURDLES

Look, never put your trust in a dog ass bitch

Never put your trust in a plastic switch

My niggas needa box cause all they do is hit

I ain't owing niggas shit but I'm tryna cop some Ricks

If a nigga talkin' down you know that it is, murder

Nigga sounding like me would've thought a nigga birthed him

My pockets getting fat, mane these bitches need a girdle

Spankin' .62 this bitch keep jumping like some hurdles

Bitch, what's the fucking word?

You know I'm tryna purge

And you might be fucking on her but you know I fucked her first

I know real trap niggas get excited on the first

I know real shooters that'll, uh, yeah, bitch

I know real shooters that'll come shoot up their hearse too

Real project baby bitch, my mama had a gold tooth

I keep on hearing disses, I ain't trippin' I tied both shoes

This bitch get the glitching and it's kicking like jiu-jitsu

Old bitch see I'm winning now she texting me, I miss you

Bitch, I'm up now, at this point I wouldn't even kiss you

With the way I'm feeling at this point, I wouldn't even hit you

But I do like the way that you blow that whistle you official

Me and brodie fuckin' up the pavement

I'ma get that money and spend it and make it back

Fuck I look like tryna save it

Fucking on some fine shit, none of my hoes basic

She screaming while she riding that dick like she road raging

Bitch, uh, money never the problem

You said that you want smoke with us so we went and bought them choppaps

Now we spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning shit just like a bottle

When I'm spankin' the 5.56 is kicking like a toddler

How the fuck you tryna count me out?

Nigga You better count me in

Kicking shit with Tall and Twin you know them be my muddy men

Popped out with that shit on, now that hoe think we the money men

Ride round with them rods, what we tryna do?

Reel 'em in

Never put your trust in a dog ass bitch

Never put your trust in a plastic switch

My niggas needa box cause all they do is hit