[Intro]
Getta Beats
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
[Verse 1]
fu*k around and throw a Hail Mary, we on [?] inches
b*tch like Dior bags and fur, can afford her kitten
'RT barking, nah, the neighbors can't ignore the drift
He ran up then he heard a "boom", what a poor decision
In the A with Dre, Trackhawk, yeah, we soaring in it
Sipping on the Wock' while I fu*k until snoring in it
Looking Asian off the cookie but it ain't no fortune in it
I can't even cuff a lil' b*tch 'cause y'all who*es be finished
Twelve Pro Max, five twelve, thirteen in jacks
Throw a punch this way? I'm shooting, I ain't swinging back
Used to be nice, horns grew and my wings dethatched
You blow eighty-seven regular, this some diesel gas
Captain Obvious, shoelaces, they say "Shoelaces"
On telegraph, Captain Jay's or I can Nu Wave it
Sniper lock his target in his scope, we don't do chasing
We'll cut you off at the head, we don't do snaking
[Hook]
He be kissing on that runner, he a fool, ain't he?
Me and gang upping sh*t on live, we some fools, ain't we?
I been winning lately, I can give a fu*k 'bout who hate me
Need a "yes" or "no" if it's money, I don't do "maybe"
Ain't nobody got you but you, that's how life go
Out of town hibachi, hundred dollars for a rice bowl
I'm her favorite rapper so I fu*ked her with my ice on
I might leave the mic for a month and get my swipe on
[Verse 2]
You ain't got a Cali plug, that is not no Cali crud
Really I'm a flashy fu*k, I think the opps mad we up
Nah, like, for real, they just mad we up
Iced up, sticked up, need a Stanley Cup
I just punched hibachi, yeah, the dasher on the way with it
Headshots, I ain't finna lag, ain't no game glitching
If it's two seconds on the clock then I'm game winning
Turtle Pie, this a three five, I'm just pain killing
Do some fraud then get away with it
You ain't even on yo own sh*t, just on our wave chilling
Pay [?] watch the K hit him, we be grave digging
I was nobody, one year, now my name sizzling
b*tch said she knew she seen me out 'cause I was bang flipping
Gotta wear a hoodie, you don't, ain't got the same image
Home runner, grand slam, never could I base hit it
I'm a sh*ttyBoy, b*tch dumb, think I ain't sh*tting
[Hook]
He be kissing on that runner, he a fool, ain't he?
Me and gang upping sh*t on live, we some fools, ain't we?
I been winning lately, I can give a fu*k 'bout who hate me
Need a "yes" or "no" if it's money, I don't do "maybe"
Ain't nobody got you but you, that's how life go
Out of town hibachi, hundred dollars for a rice bowl
I'm her favorite rapper so I fu*ked her with my ice on
I might leave the mic for a month and get my swipe on
[Verse 3]
Yeah
AR with the beam, got more voltage than a wunderwaffe
You could be the toughest, big Triple S'll stomp it out you
Surf with the turf, never ever would I punch McDonald's
If the main kudos, why the fu*k are y'all buffies [?]
Za to the motherfu*king za, every puff be toxic
Shooter kill you on his bike then he get to bunny hopping
Up the gummy on her, I don't know how she went dummy on it
Give a fu*k about y'all input 'cause y'all just be watching
[Outro]
Ha-ha, yeah (Ha-ha, yeah, we some fools, ain't we?)
Yeah (Yeah)
Y'all just be watching (Nah)
I'm on the court (I don't do maybe)
Swear to God, that's how life goes
Yeah, for a rice bowl
I'm her favorite rapper so I fu*ked her with my ice on
And get my swipe on