Okay, Lil, I don't like you at all
Ay (Okay, okay, oi)
We don't got time to f*ck around bro
Ay (It's Trissy on the beat)
Yeah, we fly like a missile
Your bitch blowin' on my shit like some f*ckin' whistle
We catch a boy, shoot him down with a f*ckin' pistol
Your bitch suckin' on my dick and she ain't gon' miss you
And you know
Back on my flows, like I'm back on my shit
Release these bullets, come straight out the clip
We take your life, we take your bitch
And you know, see an opp shoot him high, never low
Thought I was better, I'm takin' your hoe
Sellin' white, I'm sellin' that snow
This paper, I'm stackin'
Pull up on him, caught him lackin'
So you know we hit the trackin'
Pull up on him, we attack him like crystals
We open him up, we unpackin'
Like presents, all you motherf*ckers peasants
All you people be swallowin' this up like it was some antidepressants
Ayy, only the best
I can have you dead after one text
After I'm done with your boy, you are gonna be prayin' that you are not next
Yeah, we fly like a missile
Your bitch blowin' on my shit like some f*ckin' whistle
We catch a boy, shoot him down with a f*ckin' pistol
Your bitch suckin' on my dick and she ain't gon' miss you
And you know
It's on God, it's on sight
We put his ass out like a light
Run up on him, we take your life
Cut his shit, leave his ass with designs
And your bitch, yeah, she on mine
Breakin' her back and I'm breakin' her spine
Yeah, spine, yeah
Cap in my rap, you still listen to this
Addicted to money, I'm startin' to itch
Cooper and Kuman like Lilo and Stitch
I'm gonna rap until I become rich
Brothers, no brother, ain't never gon' switch
Called your boy out and turns out he's a snitch
He snitch, he fake
Chop him up, leave his ass in the lake
That's gonna be his last mistake
Family prayin' for him at his grave
He's dead
Yeah, we fly like a missile
Your bitch blowin' on my shit like some f*ckin' whistle
We catch a boy, shoot him down with a f*ckin' pistol
Your bitch suckin' on my dick and she ain't gon' miss you
And you know
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Okay, Lil, I don't like you at all
Ay (Okay, okay, oi)
We don't got time to f*ck around bro
Ay (It's Trissy on the beat)
Yeah, we fly like a missile
Your bitch blowin' on my shit like some f*ckin' whistle
We catch a boy, shoot him down with a f*ckin' pistol
Your bitch suckin' on my dick and she ain't gon' miss you
And you know
Back on my flows, like I'm back on my shit
Release these bullets, come straight out the clip
We take your life, we take your bitch
And you know, see an opp shoot him high, never low
Thought I was better, I'm takin' your hoe
Sellin' white, I'm sellin' that snow
This paper, I'm stackin'
Pull up on him, caught him lackin'
So you know we hit the trackin'
Pull up on him, we attack him like crystals
We open him up, we unpackin'
Like presents, all you motherf*ckers peasants
All you people be swallowin' this up like it was some antidepressants
Ayy, only the best
I can have you dead after one text
After I'm done with your boy, you are gonna be prayin' that you are not next
Yeah, we fly like a missile
Your bitch blowin' on my shit like some f*ckin' whistle
We catch a boy, shoot him down with a f*ckin' pistol
Your bitch suckin' on my dick and she ain't gon' miss you
And you know
It's on God, it's on sight
We put his ass out like a light
Run up on him, we take your life
Cut his shit, leave his ass with designs
And your bitch, yeah, she on mine
Breakin' her back and I'm breakin' her spine
Yeah, spine, yeah
Cap in my rap, you still listen to this
Addicted to money, I'm startin' to itch
Cooper and Kuman like Lilo and Stitch
I'm gonna rap until I become rich
Brothers, no brother, ain't never gon' switch
Called your boy out and turns out he's a snitch
He snitch, he fake
Chop him up, leave his ass in the lake
That's gonna be his last mistake
Family prayin' for him at his grave
He's dead
Yeah, we fly like a missile
Your bitch blowin' on my shit like some f*ckin' whistle
We catch a boy, shoot him down with a f*ckin' pistol
Your bitch suckin' on my dick and she ain't gon' miss you
And you know
Ay (Okay, okay, oi)
We don't got time to f*ck around bro
Ay (It's Trissy on the beat)
Yeah, we fly like a missile
Your bitch blowin' on my shit like some f*ckin' whistle
We catch a boy, shoot him down with a f*ckin' pistol
Your bitch suckin' on my dick and she ain't gon' miss you
And you know
Back on my flows, like I'm back on my shit
Release these bullets, come straight out the clip
We take your life, we take your bitch
And you know, see an opp shoot him high, never low
Thought I was better, I'm takin' your hoe
Sellin' white, I'm sellin' that snow
This paper, I'm stackin'
Pull up on him, caught him lackin'
So you know we hit the trackin'
Pull up on him, we attack him like crystals
We open him up, we unpackin'
Like presents, all you motherf*ckers peasants
All you people be swallowin' this up like it was some antidepressants
Ayy, only the best
I can have you dead after one text
After I'm done with your boy, you are gonna be prayin' that you are not next
Yeah, we fly like a missile
Your bitch blowin' on my shit like some f*ckin' whistle
We catch a boy, shoot him down with a f*ckin' pistol
Your bitch suckin' on my dick and she ain't gon' miss you
And you know
It's on God, it's on sight
We put his ass out like a light
Run up on him, we take your life
Cut his shit, leave his ass with designs
And your bitch, yeah, she on mine
Breakin' her back and I'm breakin' her spine
Yeah, spine, yeah
Cap in my rap, you still listen to this
Addicted to money, I'm startin' to itch
Cooper and Kuman like Lilo and Stitch
I'm gonna rap until I become rich
Brothers, no brother, ain't never gon' switch
Called your boy out and turns out he's a snitch
He snitch, he fake
Chop him up, leave his ass in the lake
That's gonna be his last mistake
Family prayin' for him at his grave
He's dead
Yeah, we fly like a missile
Your bitch blowin' on my shit like some f*ckin' whistle
We catch a boy, shoot him down with a f*ckin' pistol
Your bitch suckin' on my dick and she ain't gon' miss you
And you know
Writer: Cooper Davison, Thomas Kuman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Cooper8k & Kuman
Language: English
Length: 1:51
Written by: Cooper Davison, Thomas Kuman