Whatchamacallit (feat. Luh Tyler)

Dirty clips on everything, up this curry then I shoot Luh Tyler only 17 drinking 1942 I'm a real trap nigga, baby I'm so used to ballin' Catch me hoppin' out that whats-ha-name, smoking whatchamacallit Neck and wrist it come from Johnny Dang, I'm wet up like a faucet Like a dentist I be flossing, stuffing racks off in my closet Stuffing racks off in my closet, chasing racks, bitch I'm exhausted He want a fee, just know it's costing Go throw a pack, lil bro nem moss it Boy you ain't tryna get no cake, man I swear these niggas lost it My bitches mean, oh yea they bossy Racks in my jeans, bitch I be saucin' Ain't no discussion, do no cuffing Flip a hoe, then Tyler toss em Bullets drumming like percussion, opps play dead just like a possum You know we strapped up in the field Just like a stripper, up them poles Shit I buss that F&N or Baby Draco Yeah, make yo' face go Bullets hot, they Fuego I wake up and chose dough, you wake up and chase hoes You talking bout bands, I make those They be trying to take my flow They drop them bands, we hit the road Yeah, rock out at my shows Yeah, pop out with that dope nigga, racks in my jeans Took a nigga bitch he sick, like he ain't take the vaccine No I ain't know about these jits, but we gon' bring that bag in I got like 20 stuffed up in my jeans, that's why I'm saggin' Matte black Lambo filled with ammo, this is not a fuckin' rental We tote cutta's like some scissors Draw down with legends like a pencil Infra-red to his head, pop a pussy like a menstrual Gimme head, spread them legs Beat that pussy, instrumental Dirty clips on everything, up this curry then I shoot Luh Tyler only 17 drinking 1942 Good thot hoes suck and fuck the gang Told that bitch to chew the crew Persona money what I bang, show you what that money do I'm a real trap nigga, baby I'm so used to ballin' Catch me hoppin' out that whats-ha-name, smoking whatchamacallit Neck and wrist it come from Johnny Dang, I'm wet up like a faucet Like a dentist I be flossing, stuffing racks off in my closet Stuffing racks off in my closet, chasing racks, bitch I'm exhausted He want a fee, just know it's costing Go throw a pack, lil bro nem moss it Boy you ain't tryna get no cake, man I swear these niggas lost it My bitches mean, oh yea they bossy Racks in my jeans, bitch I be saucin' Infra-red to his head, pop a pussy like a menstrual Gimme head, spread them legs Beat that pussy, instrumental Dirty clips on everything, up this curry then I shoot Luh Tyler only 17 drinking 1942 They drop them bands, we hit the road Yeah, rock out at my shows Yeah, pop out with that dope nigga, racks in my jeans Took a nigga bitch he sick, like he ain't take the vaccine No I ain't know about these jits, but we gon' bring that bag in