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