Yuki production

Yea, aye

Yea

Yea, yea

Yea

I gave her some dick, she callin’ me, “da-da”

Nah, shut the fuck up, bitch Im not your papa

And these bullets connecting like wifi

And I feel like a sheep, cause I told that bitch, “ba-ba”

And Im making these plays work like magic with the pack, that shit disappearin’ like, ta-da

Got a chop and that shit go, grah, grah

Leave that boy like he played in some tie dye

Im killin these beats, call me Perky Columbine

Said you getting bitches, boy, you is a funny guy

On my way to the bank, Im laughing like, “haha”

And your bitch in the telly like, “gaga”

Rollin that stank, Im smokin’ that zaza

I heard your last song, that shit was so caca

Whatever you doin’ need to damn stop

I showed him the Glock, then that **** heart stopped

He askin’ like, “what is that shit on my head?”

Bitch, it’s not a pimple, lil’ bitch, it’s a red dot

And I coulda swore this was a playground

Cause the way my Glock made that boy hopscotch

And I coulda swore he was a dancer

When I shoot my Glock, he dance like a Tiktok

Not talkin bout my Gunna, my plug got them P’s

He pushin’ that shit, and it won’t stop

Yea, I’ma do that boy dirty

I’ma leave that boy in the street hurtin’

I got a chop by my side, put me a clip on that bitch, now that shit hold a hundred

I pop on the scene, with shit you never seen

These **** like, “Perc boy you stunning”

We kill that lil’ boy, then we dump ‘em

These **** be hating, but fuck ‘em

These **** gon’ sit in the house, and hate

But **** they came when Im thumbing

He talkin’ too reckless, he talkin’ too tough

We pull up, my **** gon’ slump em

I run through this money, I fuck up these commas

I feel like a **** is cumming

Why dont you want me like these other boys do?

They stare at me while I stare at-