Berettaaa
I should be washing the fucking dishes
Instead I’m spitting hooks like lucky fishes
I fuck wit bitches that mind they business
Not hoes in ya nose like sinuses is
Make my riches talk we play Simon Says
Catch me wit some twins guess I’m Johnny Test
But don’t test me bitch
Don’t tempt me bitch
Up too many trees , what century’s this?
Homies shed they skin , so I shed some friends , I ain’t shed no tears man it is what it is
Niggas switch a lot everyday b
Niggas gettin shot everyday b , I’m like 2-3 to yo 18 no bull shit I go crazy
Niggas hate me , it’s plain to see
Wish there was some more cloth made of me
Wi-ish there was a sorta sauce named for me cuz I drip the shit so gracefully
Man that’s off topic
Say you get what?
Boy stop it
Y’all need to halt on that nonsense
My niggas conscious
But if you turn it to violence
We act like we have no conscience , that’s more than a promise
I’m in space off this gas and I’m fresh boy I feel like I’m comet
I move in silence
It really don’t matter cuz all of my gas is straight howling , that shit be wylin
So wet she need towels and I hit her til she throw the towel in
Leave that cat smiling
Like Cheshire
- Kill beats like I’m sponsored by stretchers , say I ain’t the best well you right cuz I’m better , I roll up and light up like Heelys and Skechers
Niggas is bitches , they gossip for pleasure , I’m draped in this gold like I found me some treasure , she wanna be my bitch but I swear I won’t let her , 2 cups and a blunt and I swear I feel better
Yo gold be cheesy that shit look like cheddar
My shit be blinging that’s cuz I get cheddar
Catch my ass leaning , somewhere in a sweater
I keep the green on me just like a beretta
Back in this bitch and I’m blackin and better
Fuck her from the back yell look back she get wetter
I’m smokin on gas I’m higher propellers
Propane put me plane high look down see the weather
My eyes looking Shanghai , that’s racist , I'm better
I’m raaacing
Pedal to the metal
They haaating
Flex turned up a level
Young nigga clever than a treble
I be rolling tracks finna switch to heavy metal
I been blowing back just to clear a nigga mental
I ain’t got no time on my schedule for shit but the checks cuz I’m tryna get rich
Got my haters in a pickle
Rick
Cuz they know my shit is sick
And they know I do what I want on a track
Ion do no fronts but I might just tax
Most of the time I’m eating tho
Tickets be sugar , sweet and low
I fucked yo bitch , can keep her tho
But I fuck wit that bitch , she a keeper bro
Ain’t kiss dat hoe like I ain’t see da missile toe , plus dats where my kiddies go
Plug walkin , lungs squawking , I be serving , volleyballing
Keep that energy fuck off me
I been sippin lean , I’m hardly
Falling , hardly walking cuz I’m running to a bag
I be chasing cash , you be chasing ass
Fuck ass jakes be chasing me I pray dat they don’t crash
I whip a car like Nas
NASA off the gas
Down bad? nasty ass , chocolate bitch , full of melanin , send her to yo crib , you let her hit , she take yo shit , and now that pack up in the mail again
I fed yo ex bitch dick now she won’t let you nail again
Ain’t like the cards I was dealt , I bought the deck and set up table
Niggas make believe like fables
Came a ways from stealing cable
Dats a fable I ain’t never stole no cable
Niggas went without
I had that shit written out but it's really from the mouth