Yeah
Come on
Alright
I just talked to one of my opps on FaceTime I'm like bro, where you at?
If they catch your face, won't see me online till we get it back
Love it when they run, just like X, we made them do a lap
All up in the paint wit 32, ay bro call me Shaq
If they try to hide, be right outside where they family stay
Ain't use this bitch in a couple weeks, hope it don't jam today
Fuckin' this bitch with my chains on, make me feel the way
Arguin' with this hoe for two hours, I think I need to pray
Like so I need God before I really crashed
Niggas grew up watchin' The Incredibles, we made them do the dash
Don't care if that's a hoe you fucked, she still can't get no pass
Bro can throw up all the shots he want, I got it off the glass
You ain't about your pape, then I can't fake, please don't call me twin
Yeah, I ain't hate when niggas spend blocks I like to chase the mims
Only on TikTok for the streaks, give a fuck about trends
I just copped a metal arm, now I feel like Finn
Nigga
Yop
Body full of metal, heavy armor like I'm Luke Cage
This weird hoe out here doin' voodoo, think she burnin' sage
She put that pussy on me, got me whipped up I'm finna' fuckin' rage
And she was a freak, behind the curtains fuckin' offstage
But fuck that
She ain't Juliet, Romeo must die
After we had talked for a lil' minute, she said I was a cool guy
But I guess that ain't mean shit, so why you fuckin' lie?
When I shake back, I'm steppin' harder than Omega Psi
Fuckin' on your plug, he's sellin' reg, you not gettin' high
I'm leavin' with my shit, and no bitch, I'm not sayin' bye
I hate when they get to acting stupid bitch, stop askin' why
And don't even pull that victim card, bitch don't fuckin' cry
See how they try to flip the script when you the one that played crazy
Talking bout how I ain't puttin' no work in when you fuckin' lazy
Sellin' me out like Krabs and Bob, you sent me to the Davy
Got me swervin' off the road, my vision gettin' hazy
But fuck that, you got tricks, shit I got tricks too
Let me slide on your BSF and see what it do
And I'm finna trick what you want ma them Jimmy Choo's?
Thought she had one up when I been hip, she ain't have a clue
Hittin' her shit like the first of the month I just paid my dues
And no I ain't rollin' solo, you know I'm with my crew
She tried to spin back, I told that lil' ho to join the queue
Come on
Yeah
Hold up, let me jump back on this bitch Trell was going off
Different fits, mismatchin' designer, don't know what it cost
Hella green up on my body, you would've thought I was the Hulk
And no you can't come back, all that love shit really chalked
Niggas think we outside playin when we really tryna get that bag
I already know who your bitch gon' pick, we ain't gotta do the math
Gotta teach my son the game I'd die before he go out sad nigga
Cmon