Bitch
Yeah
(Enrgy made this one)

I don't read, how the fuck I keep gettin' booked?
Car white, but it say Blackwing, you gettin' cooked
I swear to God, any artist sign to me, they gettin' pushed
She said: Why you always wearin' black? Baby, that's the look, you know?
That's the time I'm on
I don't kiss on no bitch, only thing touch my lips is the styrofoam
Wish I hit that nigga with the stick, but I fired on him
It look like your pussy got some grip, you got pliers, don't you? Huh
Her shit got some pull, come on, let me do it
Check the Drac' after a couple spins, you might break the wood
Told bae: You ain't gotta stress, I got pape', we good
Go pull a hundred out, somebody say: I bet you ain't gon' do it
Y'all better not tempt me
To the point I can't drive cars if that shit ain't tinted
I got too turnt and bust my lip, I hit it with my pendant
I got four pits that stay on tip, but I keep 'em fenced in
Bust watch on my arm, I rock it like a wristband
Touch that and catch the R, bullets burn like Blistex, you know?
It's easy to talk that tough shit, but can you stand behind it?
Fuck around and trick shot it, don't let a nigga stand behind me
You can't play me like no bitch and I stand behind it
I don't wanna rap with niggas and I hope y'all ain't offended by it
And if you is, I don't even give a fuck
Mind of a Striker Boy, bro, you might as well fill it up
Get off our dick so much and then she might just give you somethin'
I just spent four hundred on this drank, bro, I ain't spillin' nothin'
Me and Gram so locked in, I call that nigga blousin
Bitch, I just got out for a stick, you better fuckin' stuff it
My first ten was all blues, I ain't even wanna touch it
That was all illegal money, I got that out the gutter
With a ten-pound ball like this Lucky Strike
I know that you ain't easy, but I'ma be pissed if I don't fuck tonight
She ridin' passenger, I told her: Come over to the other side
Pull my pants down, I told her: Do that for me while I drive
I said I ain't gon' crash again
Goyard backpack, if you was wonderin' what kinda bag I'm in
I lost one time, I said I ain't never coming last again
'Cause when I took an L, I did some shit that I ain't happy with
This a two-day trip? Well, I ain't packin' shit
When I touch down, grab a 'fit, that's what bag I'm in
That's what I'm feelin' like, hmm
If it's hittin' on somethin', then I might let you spend the night
I forgot I had that drank, let me get a Sprite
Move over so I can slide this 'Cat, you tryna spin a bike
Every bitch that I done fapped, they would spin it twice
But I ain't let 'em all double back 'cause they shit was aight
The Chally got no back, but I still ride with five
I can make a big impact just off what I decide
I stay on P, that's why I keep that bitch in drive
You gon' hear a frrt-frrt, one a heat and one a car