Clash

(Yeah)

I'ma be at the goal right with you (ha)

Spot, we can get up with you (nah)

Now I tell that ho to shut up, listen (brree)

Now she suck my dick like she got lisp

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Hold up, had to make that bag (ha)

Hold up, I'm in my bag

Had to make a pitstop to that cash (yeah)

These **** playin' with me right now

How you runnin' and you comin' in last?

Yeah, let that chopper go blast

Leave that **** up in the past (We love you, Tecca)

Leave that **** up in the grass

Choppa make 'em dance

They like, "You grew up too fast"

No, I had to get off my ass

Run that pack, like dash

Smokin' on good exotic gas (blatt)

Glock give the boy a rash

Promise you don't wanna clash

Big balling, feel like Nash

When they hit me, they like, "Yeah"

I'ma hit on a ho like, "Yeah"

Make her say, "Yeah" (yeah), yeah

All-black Mercedez, yeah

Lil' bro, you can't be serious (no)

These lil' **** delirious

Hop in that whip and then kill a queer

I didn't mean to hurt you, tears

Yeah, ha-ha-ha

Tell that ho, "Bye-bye"

Fuck her then kick her out my house (yeah, do that)

These fake ass **** tryna reach out

Lil' Faygo had to stop that simpin' and pimp it out (brree-rree)

Took the top off (skrrt), I'm sending top back

Yes, I see that **** flexin', tell that **** stop that (woah, woah)

These lil' ****, they simps

'Cause if I don't get killed by a pussy-ass ****, it ain't worth the kill

She said, "Faygo, you too real"

And I'ma be at the goal right with you, yeah

I'ma get up with you

Have a **** up that lil' stick with you, yeah

Ain't no family, ain't no picture

Yeah, knock a **** out the picture

Tell me who the fuck gon' miss you?

****, please don't cry, I don't keep tissues (yeah)