*Laughter*
Oh, yall niggas ain't know
It's BH season, nigga
LBE season, nigga
(I don't know dog, I just...)
*Laughter*
(I just click)
I can't do petty bitches
I could fuck 'em and dump 'em, it's way too many fishes
Smell like some pussy nigga
I can tell that ya pussy, I'm peepin' game vicious
Not a stain on me, comin' clean
You dirty fuckers ain't wait on me
Now he eatin', got some weight on him
How the fuck you switch the lane on 'em
No you won't get it, couple mil or independent
I call up call up Mr. Mobile, heard he a mogul
The roughest diamond on the Rose
Told me some shit to get right with my soul
Then sent a pretty bitch to powder her nose
This ain't no fictional shit,
This unconditional fitness and get on my shitlist
I swear it get sick as it get, sick as Ukataki bitch
They must not be hearin' me
Need solidarity
Now for some clarity
I can not fuck with you niggas
These niggas hoein' when ya stare at me
Stop comparin' me, I spit 'til no air in me
This ain't no arrogant shit, this I'ma air out the clip
This I'm addicted to fire, this I'ma fuck on yo bitch
I'm different mama, like I'm Pitch
(PXTCH)
Bustin' at the red light, he ain't playin' right
You don't understand
I click
Fuck you niggas sayin' to me, why you playin' with me
Interstate, drop 'em
That's it, that's it
Bustin' at the red light, he ain't playin' right
You don't understand
I click
I-I-I click
I-I-I click
Bustin' at the red light, he ain't playin' right
You don't understand
I click
Fuck you niggas sayin' to me, why you playin' with me
Interstate, drop 'em
That's it, that's it
Bustin' at the red light, he ain't playin' right
You don't understand
I click
I-I-I click
I-I-I click
That bitch ran down like a track meet
Riri, wanna come tag team?
Broke ass niggas tryna subtweet
Hold up, wassup
Shut up, @ me
4 by 1 with the RackAids, yuh
Y'all hoes went broke since Backpage, huh
Unemployed man, why they mad, aye
Get a fucking job bitch (that way)
Slidin' with the team, pull up to the scene
Water whip it man, hol' up whatchu mean
Slidin' with the green, pull up to the scene
Glock with a beam & it's pretty damn clear (yeah)
Two red beams they glidin'
Arm & Hammer, two bricks if they buyin'
Armageddon, oh shit yeah can get violent
Come again, oh shit yeah they wildin', wildin'
Johnny Quest rally from the west
Sippin' higher tech, fuck a Qualitest
Bitch I'm Larry Coker with that lean & shoulder like
Huh, Yeah
Shorty want the D, sacrifice her to my team
Bukakke on that face
Said she can't see, told her it's Maybelline
Baby brush yo teeth
Bustin' at the red light, he ain't playin' right
You don't understand
I click
Fuck you niggas sayin' to me, why you playin' with me
Interstate, drop 'em
That's it, that's it
Bustin' at the red light, he ain't playin' right
You don't understand
I click
I-I-I click
I-I-I click
Bustin' at the red light, he ain't playin' right
You don't understand
I click
Fuck you niggas sayin' to me, why you playin' with me
Interstate, drop 'em
That's it, that's it
Bustin' at the red light, he ain't playin' right
You don't understand
I click
I-I-I click
I-I-I click
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