I Don't Hit It With The Fork
Call MAC100it, you heard me? (58 present the gang)
Khaza Deluxe on the way, you heard me?
Out my mind right now
I don't wan' talk, bitch
Hurt people, hurt people
And I'm destroyed on the inside right now
I'm droppin' the raw in her jaw
Watchin' it melt to the oil
Same water from the bowl
Bustin' a bucket of salt
Pink wrap on the package
Get it in, get it off
Breadwinner, I'm a don
Slum Lord in the slums
Grab the towel, put the towel down
Fingertip the Pyrex, hmm
I'ma lift it with my palm
In the kitchen, I perform
I'm receivin' in the blogs
Trap girl lookin' on the stove cookin'
She think it's cute when I wiggle my arms
General stitched in the dick in my shorts
Takin' my liquor, I don't know how to talk (uh-uh)
Nothing like them, I don't know what you saw
Hmm, I don't hit it with the fork
Excuse me, I'm lit, I'm collectin' my thoughts
I'm pressure and please don't expect me to call
Shawty bend over, she makin' it arch
I'm deep in her stomach, I'm makin' it fart
Supplyin' that lumber, she told me she love me
I go get the money, I don't get involved
Slutty, she thuggin' with me and my dawgs
She loyal, so she 'bout to get it, on God
Pop Smoke with it, real dope dealer
Know that if I give a call, then it's war (it's war)
Bricks and the heroine, makin' 'em knaw
Deliverin' the issue, this could be the fork
I was hoppin' to book it to China
And told 'em to blend it
Hit with a zipper to talk
Sixty-three grams with two in the quarter, Lord
I don't hit it with the fork
Ayy, Gates, I love you, homie
You all make nice like Mericano
When I hit your boy with the knife
His heart exposed who we was
And his brain got taken, you know
La Rasa
Let's get it
Hmm, I'm a big speaker, I'm really retarded
Say I'm a big ego, I'm good with departures
Switch on a bitch, get a binary trigger
But you ain't know that 'cause you fakin' and flodgin'
Pay for the order, they crossin' the border
But shoutout to Florida, we posted in Georgia
Went to Jamaica, we hangin' with gangstas
But they thought that we went to play in the water (wah gwan?)
Mixtape droppin', called, "I love my plug"
He love that I'm datin' his daughter
Columbian bricks in a secret compartment
Cuban cigars and the shit with the tar
Movin' too fast, how you end up a target
Went slow so, beat the show, so I move like a tortoise
Hellcat, vroom, I put it in throttle
Fresh out the car, like nothin', I'm dodgin'
Back up and rank, I'm a hell of a artist
In San Diego and I'm in a charger
Whoever wan' purchase a feature from me
It ain't free, I'm a street nigga, I gotta charge you
Whoever want beef with the king, then proceed, yeah
Immediately, you gon' leave in a coffin
Khaza Deluxe on the way
Tell the label they get in the way, I'ma drop it tomorrow (ha)
No longer get in my feelings
I'm like Bryson Tiller, I'm sorry, I am not sorry
Big booty bitch complimented my aura
She good with that ass like Ari
Yeah, you ain't got extend it
Give me somethin' else to punch on, yeah
Wah gwan? General