In UR Face

Cut the check Fuck your ex Now you fucking with the best If you feel you got a problem baby say it with your chest Ima get a bag Make a pussy nigga mad Oooo damn Ima take his girl we gon leave his ass I don't fuck with broke niggas nah that's a hard pass Last year you wasn't fucking with me now you want my ass Bitch please You ain't fucking with my team Got a couple bad bitches with some peaches in their jeans We in the car with it Going hard with it Push to start with it Bitches wanna talk shit but I'm really with it And your nigga on my shit yeah he on it nigga Got these bitches irritated yes I am the trigger Put my middle finger up all up in your face I don't really give a fuck all these bitches fake All these bitches try to do it try to imitate I'm tired of seeing demons that's why every night I pray All these lying ass hyenas be mistaking me for prey Blue check verified he said he did it but he lied When I run up on these niggas they gon really wish they died When I come up in the stu all these niggas get the boot Spitting fire yeah I'm hot I be flaming for the crew Real pretty nigga smoking on that shatter Ima take my shot your opinion do not matter If your daddy got that sugar baby put it on a platter As long as he got dough I don't care if he got that CATA- RACKS bands loot in a duffle So black cookouts might just do the Cupid shuffle You are what you eat that's why I'm licking that muscle He said this ass so good it tastes like 5 star truffle These bitches tripping and I don't mean on acid Give me the blunt Cheif Cherokee I'm not passing So fly these niggas should call me Hermes You tryna break out but all you got is herpes You bitches old news broke down just like herbie My bitches titties perky You lame niggas urky Real skinny nigga so you can call me jerky Got my head in the clouds so I know I'm not a earthling Sexy nigga in the mirror I'm observing Shit yes Everyone I roll with you know they be riding You and your peoples be snitching be lying I do not fuck with that fake shit Please get the fuck out my face bitch If you ain't touching 3 bands a day You can't even fuck with my face You is so basic I don't even know why I'm wasting my time I'm on my grind Tell that weak ass nigga stay off my line You in ya feelings I'm in ya face Thinking you running But you ain't in the race Uppercut to the jaw refresh your pallet to the taste Not hairy but your boy is wilder than the beast Baby stop talking shit when I get up in them sheets You stay snitching call my niggas you call the police Every day I'm getting money and hope it will never cease When they pass me the blunt I hit the ooo cause I'm a chief Cut the check Fuck your ex Now you fucking with the best If you feel you got a problem baby say it with your chest Blue check verified she said she did it but she lied When I run up on these bitches they gon really wish they died Ima get a bag Make a pussy nigga mad Ooo damn Ima take his girl we gon leave his ass When I come up in the stu all these bitches get the boot Spitting fire yeah I'm hot I be flaming for the crew Get a bag get a bag (Is you spending or nah)