Rap Shyt (feat. Johnny Guap & Peezky)

been on some R&B shit, but I still pop out on some rap shit, cap shit, niggas talkin
Fuck round get your cap split Rich wrist, that mean it's got a hundred thousand on my wrist
And I rightly fire Tommy, still come with designer shit, designer dick
Baby lovin' me, touchin' me, oh shit Baby lovin' me, touchin' me, suckin' all over the tip

My neck so icy, think I hopped in the snow on some dip shit
Have the paperwork to back it up, bitch, I ain't never snitched
Baby in the mood, baby really tryna get me down and dirty
Started off with five and then I came up thirty

Came up from the slums, man, they said he dirty
Can't come around your bitch, cause they said I'm flirtin
All this ice up on my neck, it got me feelin' thirty
All these niggas show me envy, I'm like, damn, that's work

Look, I ain't tryna care, I'm just tryna work
I'm throwin' hundreds at your baby, mama, get to twerkin
Been on some R&B shit, but I still pop out on some rap shit, cap shit, niggas talkin
Fuck, why I get your cap split? Rich wrist, that mean it's got a hundred thousand on my wrist

And I rightly fire Tommy, still come with designer shit, designer dick
Baby lovin' me, touchin' me, oh shit Baby lovin' me, touchin' me, suckin' all over the tip
My neck so icy, think I hopped in the snow on some dip shit
Have the paperwork to back it up, bitch, I ain't never snitch

On my mama, nigga, ah, on this mama, nigga
On this mama, nigga, ayy, ass is burnin
Uh, ass is burnin', ain't no God in control
Baby mama tryna control

Ain't no way she tryna control, ain't no fuckin' way
I'm just tryna make it out the way
Two to three, she kick you out the face, uh
You say you tough with them Cartier's, poof

I just smack them out your face
Two twin blocks, I ain't leave no trace
Gotta run it up, ain't no cuttin' up
If you want that bullshit, I'll switch it up, uh

Gotta double it, it's multiplication
Me and you, this a complication
Your money slow, my money faster
Gotta mix it up, this a nifty banner

You like it for no reason, uh
I'm backin' for a reason, I up it and I up it
Been on some R&B shit, but I still pop out on some rap shit
Cap shit, niggas talkin', fuck, why I get your cap split

Rich wrist, that mean there's a hundred thousand on my wrist
Am I rightly fired? Tommy still come with designer shit
Designer dick, baby lovin' me, touchin' me, oh shit
Baby lovin' me, touchin' me, suckin' all over the tip

My neck so icy, think I hopped in the snow on some dip shit
Have the paperwork to back it up, bitch, I ain't never snitch
On my mama, nigga, ah, on this mama, nigga
On this mama, nigga