Get crack on it
Yo
Slow down shit, shut down shit, shut down shit
Man I'm on the bitch, dropping hits on kicks
Dreams of getting rich whenever I hit a spiff
You aren't in sticks, if they're no sticks in your crib
See you show me more money, more problems and digs on shit like a straight out of Compton
I told you my people's good, you ain't been out here, you ain't even a crook
Me making blood, sugar, tell me to a -
F*ck this, the road's gonna put -
Fake friends got a pre-delete, then don't need it
Then we'll start getting pretentious
Who the f*ck do you think you are?
Dropping them bars like you're actually hard
I'm giggling as I dig a walk in the park
Hunting to get guap, don't care where you're on
Thinking that gangsters get clapped down
Running after you, get slapped back down
Talk about mashy, that your girl got ransacked
Got bear mash, you know I gas that sound
Man I used to get punched, I'm pumped
I'm cool with the king, but this ain't smack down
So don't ask if I rate man now
The answer is no, and I say that loud
What I say out loud, shit went well for a bitch
But I came back round
And it ain't just the flow from way back down
So what's this, the snap back sound
Man move wet like he just came out of the bath but I ain't gonna pass that towel
Going in the motive, stack that down
Going in now, going inside out
Let me get this straight, n***** can't tell me nothing, no way
Sipping that Henny, f*ck the rosé
We don't f*ck around, we don't play no games
You better get to ducking, if I'm grabbing my blade
Real bad bitches, tell them come my way
Bitch can't talk, but she know -