[TeeJay3k]
Pff
Gang gang, gang shit
Gang, gang shit, no lame shit, yeah
Look, ayy
[TeeJay3k]
Fuck a bitch and send her on her way, bitch, you know I won't play
Popped a half a yerky, I been trippin' damn near all day
Reminiscin' on how we had came from pissy hallways
They ask me how much do I keep it on me, I say always
[TeeJay3k]
Fuck a nigga, finger fuck the trigger 'til it click (What up?)
Pillow talkin' to a bitch, nigga, you a bitch (Come on)
I can't play around, bitch, I get busy with the blick (Come on)
Doub-doub-double Ds, bitch, I put two titties on the stick (Raw)
I can't cuff a bitch, I'd rather pull up on a sneaky link (Nah)
You ain't suckin' dick or poppin' pussy, you can't link with me (You can't link)
Finessed her out her draws, sorry, baby, that's the freak in me (Yeah)
Legs behind her neck, she like, "Teejay, boy you deep in me" (Yeah)
I can't do no business if that business ain't legitimate (What up?)
I just popped a addy just to boost up my adrenaline (Come on)
I don't want no love, i just want pussy and some Hennessy (Come on)
I just fucked two twin bitches, I'm that nigga, literally (Come on)
This shit gettin' crazy, all these threats these niggas sendin' me (Down)
I ain't got no rap, I just got bullets for my enemy (Raw)
Niggas know, if you know, you know, bitch, I been a threat
Niggas mad 'cause they see me on, lil' bitch, you been upset (Yeah)
Chains on, only time I tuck it, when I'm fuckin' (Sheesh)
Hit her then I take her iPhone charger, I'ma buck it (Yeah)
Eight ounces in my Faygo got me movin' sluggish (Yeah)
Ain't no time to chitter chat, bitch, I'm out here hustlin' (Bitch, i'm out here hustlin')
She say, "Babe, pay for my BBL", bitch, you ain't gettin' nothin' (Bitch)
All I keep around is freaky hoes, trust, these bitches bussin' (They bussin')
I'm not tryna argue with you, bitch, why you always cussin'? (Always cussin')
I had told you that I love you, I was lyin', I was lustin' (Yeah)
[G Herbo]
Ayy, blow you down and slow you down like you drinkin' 'Tussin
I'm 'bout action, I don't wanna talk, don't want no discussion
Slime Lamb' seats look like vomit, all my whips disgustin' (Skrrt)
Pick your ho up, she just wanna top it, I don't give her nothin' (No bap)
Rims bent, I hit the curb, I got rich off flippin' work
I'm that nigga in the city, still that nigga in the 'burbs
Fan shit, you niggas nerds, I stay fresh, my fit detergent
Flippin' shit, a nigga splurgin', five, six cars, a nigga swervin'
From my strip to Hollywood, I'm with the stars, I'm still learnin'
Foenem think I'm still thuggin' so they call when shit get urgent
Really, I'm a different person, M's and shit, I'm really worth it
Album's done, I spit the truth, still hit the booth, I'm really workin'
Know they listenin' 'cause I heard it, make a nigga nervous
I ain't in the streets but in the streets 'cause I got niggas lurkin'
Put like thirty cash on his head, that's my bitch, a Birkin
Herbo put that bag on his head, I got killers searchin'
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