Shit, come on, you like it, motherfucker
Ya dig
(Ayy, ayy) ayy (ayy), ayy
Yeah, ayy, yeah (huh?)
I don't wanna have sex, bitch
I'm only here for the neck
Give me your social security number
So I run it up and I'll leave you in debt
Hitting on my beard with a razor, yeah
I'm cutting up like Gillette (Lil Harse)
She seen me once and when she got it wet for me
Lil' bitch, never forget (whoo), alright? Yeah
Wondering, who could it be? (Who could it be?)
It's me off a perc and I'm falling asleep (whoop, whoop)
Still fall in love with a bitch (huh?)
I fell in love with the money I made on the street (yeah, yeah)
You know how cold it could be (yeah)
Under my belly, I'm tucking my heat (tucking my heat)
He saw Jon Snow at the mall, he was shopping
My fans took a pic with him, thought it was me (huh?)
Bighead, nah, won't fold (won't fold)
And my shooters ain't worried' 'bout growing old
Rattlesnake hoes stone cold (stone cold)
White bitch with me sniffing that Post Malone
Might pour a lil' four for the background (yeah)
Got trees on trees like a campground (trap)
Send 56 babies in a Greyhound
You know, the larger the risk, the bigger the payout (bitch!)
Only the real ones stay down
This couch cost more than the car that you pay now (huh?)
Y'all don't even know who to blame now
That's why your bitch wanna fuck on me and the gang now
I get the profit and dip, I don't hang out
Look like John Wick when I'm bringing them things out
I break the back off a bitch 'til it gives out
Everyone gangsta 'til choppers get whipped out
Huh?
Damn
Yeah
Everyone gangster 'til choppers get whipped out
Ya dig?
Lil Harse
Look like John Wick when im bringing them things out
Lil Harse