(Che on the beat)
(You're now smoking with the best)
(Che on the beat)
If we locked in, you don't gotta worry, boy, you know I got you
Bitch wan' play like monsoon
Sayso say he might just pop you
Niggas only worry about what you do, or what I do
Glocky hit his spine (Glocky, you know, Glocky)
That shit feed ya just like some hot food
Yo' girlfriend a Badu
I'm sharp as a shark tooth ('kay, okay)
Girl, know that we shot you
Pussy boy, we caught you
Shootouts, yeah, we all do (that)
She Erykah Badu (yeah, yeah)
[A school, that's summer part two?]
Who ain't run your block, dude?
Who gon' run your block, dude?
They the feds that caught you
Gangsta boy, that's not you (no)
Some soldiers that I lost too
Ain't nobody that Iost too
I shoot guns and rob too
I take Oxy' bars too
Spam the trigger, R2
Count up guap, that's all I do (count up guap, that's all I do)
ARP, that's all I shoot
Mind gone, that's all I knew
Pistol whip, he lost a tooth
All my soldiers in the booth, boy, now your soldiers in the juve'
I ain't tryna get in to you, I just wan' get into you (yeah)
This brand-new stick, it's for you (yeah)
My dick, she lick, 'cause she boo (uh, oh-yeah)
I don't do kisses, lil' boo (no)
I just do flat sex, lil' boo
Eat me like a edible
Dump the mag' of ammo
Boy, the H big intervals
Caught yo' mans, now he a ghost
M-M-Margiela belt, yeah, I like clothes
Tell her come through, yeah, I like hoes
Smoke out the bong, yeah, and the bowls
Shootout with all the internet trolls
Show 'em on the internet, ho
I don't even fuck with Instagram hoes
B-b-but I might fuck with you for the one time
Nigga ain't clutching my gun, that's mine
N-n-nigga like: Who you be with that's a bop?
I'm tryna take up my sis' and my mom
In the airport, I'ma bring a fucking bong
Oh, she on Pornhub. Com
Oh, she wanna fuck, that's true
Uh, get 'em hot just like a bomb
My bank account came with some commas, yeah
I don't really come without dro', yeah
Come out, and I probably done shot you (woah)
They'll probably say I've been the highest
If they don't know then I'll remind it
Got stars on the roof, yeah, that's what I did
In the booth, but you know I don't write shit
Couple hoes, couple hoes, and five spliffs
You say you make money, like, type shit
Ran off with my swag, that's my shit
Say you got that weed like my shit
Niggas want everything, boy, you're hiding
(Woah, woah)
