This ain't the right time, nigga, what
I got a MAC-19 and it's ready to shoot at a nigga, leave him in the trunk
If you wanna shoot at a nigga, then move on a nigga
You move one nigga better duck
He thought it was Uber, lil' nigga, we choppin' and screwin' them niggas
Nigga out the truck
You ever went slidin' on opps with your mask on
Kidnap his son, Then I'm gettin' his ass gone
He shouldn't be out the crib, take his ass home
He talkin' shit, puttin' three to his dome
I'm makin' big plays off of a trap phone
You on the phone, tryna make it on BandLab
Nigga, you broke as a hoe and you can't rap
I got your hoe throwin', throat inna back
Me and bro playin' tennis, we go back to back
Not talkin' bout tennis, said I'm gettin' racks
Said I'm no magician, but I make a nigga disappear
Just like I was cat in a hat
So you know about Kxsh, you don't know about that
Bullets the type, to make a nigga fat
Bullets the type, to make a nigga dance
Typa shit to make a nigga step back
Glock it's on my hip
Audemar on my wrist
Glock 19 it switch
You better take that risk
Count up the bag, yeah, count up the stack, yeah
I got a brand new lick
I'm in the back, yeah, tryna get active
Nigga, let's fight all fist
I'm in the trap, tryna shoot out the peephole
Tell her, come on, like I'm Rico
She aint my bitch she a, Freak hoe
Swim to the bread like I'm Nemo
Yeah, that bitch bad, but I want her mama
Like I was one of the Migos
When the money call me, I'ma pick up
Getting chips like I'm snackin' on Fritos
This ain't the right time, nigga, what
I got a MAC-19 and it's ready to shoot at a nigga
Leave him in the trunk
If you wanna shoot at a nigga, then move on a nigga
You move one nigga, better duck
He thought it was Uber, lil' nigga
We choppin' and screwin' them niggas, nigga
Out the truck
You ever went slidin' on opps with your mask on
Kidnap his son, then I'm gettin' his ass gone
He shouldn't be out the crib, take his ass home
He talkin' shit, puttin' three to his dome
I'm makin' big plays off of a trap phone
You on the phone, tryna make it on bandlab
Nigga, you broke as a hoe and you can't rap
I got your hoe throwin', throat it back
Me and bro playin' tennis, we go back to back
Not talkin' bout tennis, said I'm gettin' racks
Say I'm no magician, but I make a nigga disappear
Just like I was Cat in a hat
So you know about Kxsh, you don't know about that
Bullets the type to make a nigga fat
Bullets the type to make a nigga dance
Type of shit that make a nigga step back
Bitch
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This ain't the right time, nigga, what
I got a MAC-19 and it's ready to shoot at a nigga, leave him in the trunk
If you wanna shoot at a nigga, then move on a nigga
You move one nigga better duck
He thought it was Uber, lil' nigga, we choppin' and screwin' them niggas
Nigga out the truck
You ever went slidin' on opps with your mask on
Kidnap his son, Then I'm gettin' his ass gone
He shouldn't be out the crib, take his ass home
He talkin' shit, puttin' three to his dome
I'm makin' big plays off of a trap phone
You on the phone, tryna make it on BandLab
Nigga, you broke as a hoe and you can't rap
I got your hoe throwin', throat inna back
Me and bro playin' tennis, we go back to back
Not talkin' bout tennis, said I'm gettin' racks
Said I'm no magician, but I make a nigga disappear
Just like I was cat in a hat
So you know about Kxsh, you don't know about that
Bullets the type, to make a nigga fat
Bullets the type, to make a nigga dance
Typa shit to make a nigga step back
Glock it's on my hip
Audemar on my wrist
Glock 19 it switch
You better take that risk
Count up the bag, yeah, count up the stack, yeah
I got a brand new lick
I'm in the back, yeah, tryna get active
Nigga, let's fight all fist
I'm in the trap, tryna shoot out the peephole
Tell her, come on, like I'm Rico
She aint my bitch she a, Freak hoe
Swim to the bread like I'm Nemo
Yeah, that bitch bad, but I want her mama
Like I was one of the Migos
When the money call me, I'ma pick up
Getting chips like I'm snackin' on Fritos
This ain't the right time, nigga, what
I got a MAC-19 and it's ready to shoot at a nigga
Leave him in the trunk
If you wanna shoot at a nigga, then move on a nigga
You move one nigga, better duck
He thought it was Uber, lil' nigga
We choppin' and screwin' them niggas, nigga
Out the truck
You ever went slidin' on opps with your mask on
Kidnap his son, then I'm gettin' his ass gone
He shouldn't be out the crib, take his ass home
He talkin' shit, puttin' three to his dome
I'm makin' big plays off of a trap phone
You on the phone, tryna make it on bandlab
Nigga, you broke as a hoe and you can't rap
I got your hoe throwin', throat it back
Me and bro playin' tennis, we go back to back
Not talkin' bout tennis, said I'm gettin' racks
Say I'm no magician, but I make a nigga disappear
Just like I was Cat in a hat
So you know about Kxsh, you don't know about that
Bullets the type to make a nigga fat
Bullets the type to make a nigga dance
Type of shit that make a nigga step back
Bitch
I got a MAC-19 and it's ready to shoot at a nigga, leave him in the trunk
If you wanna shoot at a nigga, then move on a nigga
You move one nigga better duck
He thought it was Uber, lil' nigga, we choppin' and screwin' them niggas
Nigga out the truck
You ever went slidin' on opps with your mask on
Kidnap his son, Then I'm gettin' his ass gone
He shouldn't be out the crib, take his ass home
He talkin' shit, puttin' three to his dome
I'm makin' big plays off of a trap phone
You on the phone, tryna make it on BandLab
Nigga, you broke as a hoe and you can't rap
I got your hoe throwin', throat inna back
Me and bro playin' tennis, we go back to back
Not talkin' bout tennis, said I'm gettin' racks
Said I'm no magician, but I make a nigga disappear
Just like I was cat in a hat
So you know about Kxsh, you don't know about that
Bullets the type, to make a nigga fat
Bullets the type, to make a nigga dance
Typa shit to make a nigga step back
Glock it's on my hip
Audemar on my wrist
Glock 19 it switch
You better take that risk
Count up the bag, yeah, count up the stack, yeah
I got a brand new lick
I'm in the back, yeah, tryna get active
Nigga, let's fight all fist
I'm in the trap, tryna shoot out the peephole
Tell her, come on, like I'm Rico
She aint my bitch she a, Freak hoe
Swim to the bread like I'm Nemo
Yeah, that bitch bad, but I want her mama
Like I was one of the Migos
When the money call me, I'ma pick up
Getting chips like I'm snackin' on Fritos
This ain't the right time, nigga, what
I got a MAC-19 and it's ready to shoot at a nigga
Leave him in the trunk
If you wanna shoot at a nigga, then move on a nigga
You move one nigga, better duck
He thought it was Uber, lil' nigga
We choppin' and screwin' them niggas, nigga
Out the truck
You ever went slidin' on opps with your mask on
Kidnap his son, then I'm gettin' his ass gone
He shouldn't be out the crib, take his ass home
He talkin' shit, puttin' three to his dome
I'm makin' big plays off of a trap phone
You on the phone, tryna make it on bandlab
Nigga, you broke as a hoe and you can't rap
I got your hoe throwin', throat it back
Me and bro playin' tennis, we go back to back
Not talkin' bout tennis, said I'm gettin' racks
Say I'm no magician, but I make a nigga disappear
Just like I was Cat in a hat
So you know about Kxsh, you don't know about that
Bullets the type to make a nigga fat
Bullets the type to make a nigga dance
Type of shit that make a nigga step back
Bitch
Writer: Cashemir Coates
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid