MaRyKaTeAsHlEy

a little wave, a little harder, a little high

Dancin through the night

Twin Glocks on they block , Mary Kate and Ashley

That fast bitch ran a 4 flat like he had a track meet

She trida play me like she late I damn near kickd her stomach

Troll me onna gram , but when he see me, he don't need nothing

I told Jay, hold on brother, bend that corner, I think I see something

In a party, finna cook this fuck nigga for all that mean muggin

That nigga plottn , tryna sell that Glock, bro, that's a cheap button

I'm really inDaCuts, w fully tucked, bro, come and peep sum

That nigga solo pourd up, baby Yoda, I think he got a sickness

My D bitch tryna buy me buffs I think I'm onna Pistons

I roll a klock and then I spark it up, I fill it in my system

I'm really shit talkn, on these beats, you gotta sit and listen

No cap, we ain't beefing, you got your pole, took you a victim

I had , lil' baby, set him up, we outside, we tryna blitz him

Real P, I sat her down, you ate her out, we too different

He moneyMike, for the bitch, bro, you cant claim , that's pimpin

She broke my heart, but I got funds, how can you say that I was simpin

We spun they block, and lighted up, that shit was looking like it's Christmas

Bare faced blew my pole, yeah, you could say that I was trippin

She Talk too much, I kicked her out and make her walk, planet fitness

Rolled a klock to the face, it's Bruce Lee it's kinda kickin

That nigga claiming he a dog, this K bite, it kinda ticked him

I only trust baby with the pop, it's Easter pink-it's mixing w Lipton

That nigga clumsy, blew the k and then he fell, it kinda tripped him

I don't wanna hit your wood, it ain't no dead niggas in it

Popped doa and dropped shells, I'm tryna shred me

Tridawalk him down, he was with his bitch, I Damn near popd em both

I only do the G-mans, I got offended , try to sell me ghost

Bumped into him, this K chopped him up, he somewhere on the floor

Left him televised upon tha skit it was murder that she wrote

Rolled a klock and then I pulled a 8, I think I'm in tha mood

Since he claim it's beef, he can't come to the A, he can't book no shows

No that ain't one of my bitches, she ain't got white toes

Told a opp nigga link , nd dropped the pen, but he did not go

When I catch that one nigga, he got it bad , he gone die slo

G 19 in his face , he started mumbling like he rylo

That nigga weird , he tryna press that bitch, he want a title

My nigga tree , keep a buttoned that twitch like it's the finals

I'm InDaCuts , if ion have my Glock, I poke heem up

Brodie got them bows on 18 wheels like a semi-truck