I went out for a week and I was right back active

Right back in traffic with them catchers, tryna catch 'em

Blowing sticks like a whistle, gotta know that we be rappin

He Sneeze wrong , gotta know that we ain't bless'em

Spent a **** block a couple times

What's on my hip? A 40 glock, Nawl , I don't fuck with nines

Playing, I'ma buck him down, it's time to buckle down

If he ain't got no body yet, then get the fuck around

Leave a **** chains , we bring the pain every time he come around

Thumbing bring them hunnids out

Choppers automatic and them bitches hold a hundred now

And my brothers out

Right after I slut her out, she go back to her mother house

Hit a **** in his fitted cap, push a **** fitted back

You know we in to that

Everything I did, he tryna do, man, he ain't did it yet

He said his own, then put the beef right on the internet

I went out for a week, and I was right back active

Right back in traffic with them catchers, tryna catch,em

Blowing sticks like a whistle, gotta know that we be rappin

He sneeze wrong, gotta know that we ain't bless'em

She ain't let me fuck back then, but she a fuck now

You missed out, oh, you know that I ain't gon' touch you now

Seen dude the ass in the mall, then he rushed out

He was a bitch, all of a sudden, say he tough now

You hear them shots, you better clap back

I shoot it first, I ain't the **** gettin' clapped at

Ayy I leave up out the house, like where the racks at

I got my son, I got my strap in his diaper bag

Tryna stuff a hundred round in a diaper bag

If a **** run up, then his ass gettin' body bagged

Shittin' on these ****, man, I got a diaper rash

I'm like Jimmy with the glizzy when I let this bitch blast

How the fuck you gettin' mad, a **** gettin' cash

When I shoot this bitch, you know I never touch the glass

They thought I was letting up, but now I'm back up on they ass

And I got it on me, I ain't gotta touch the stash

You other rappers trash, garbage, bags

Please don't get us mixed up, a lot of **** switched up

Doggy pockets on limp, they can never get up

He was speakin' on the gang, tell somebody shut that bitch up

Ayy, blicked up, send a **** shit up

We had caught by himself, and this **** bitched up

Ayy, you dummy think I'm lackin', boy, I got this bitch tuck

GLizzy loud as hell, I let it off, they like, oh, shit duck

And this bitch shoot super smooth, it ain't got no hiccups

I know I get big bucks, pocket like a brick truck

He say he gon' be the ass if he find out we fucked

Bro came home with a appeal, and I'm like, that's some sweet stuff

I pack, we puff, we get right on **** asses

Turn him to ashes, he dust, ayy, no, I'm for real

I be laughin' all the time, and I think everybody's funny

How this **** always broke, but all he talk about is money

I'm just tryna get him gone, since this **** think he lucky

Put the bands on his head, then fly up out the country

Bitches love when I do my dance like I'm Q-Money

She keep askin' about flame, so I pass it her to my buddy

He think he tough, we call his bluff

This bitch wanna fuck, have Rose hit her up

Had to kick her to the curb, cause we ain't fuckin' with a nosy ho

Goin' through my phone, man, what the fuck? you's all nosy, fo

Ever since this **** started rappin', oh, they know me though

Many hoes lie all the time, just like Pinocchio

He know I be with takers, that's why he ain't let his rollie show

Two **** lackin', took off runnin', where his homie go

Up top, they know I keep one up top

They ain't got no cars, I'll probably catch him at that bus stop

i fuck with the sluts, thots, when i get my nut by

I ain't gotta tell you who I smoke, just know I'm damn high

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