Don’t Get Socked

Yeah, let's go (Uh) Said he fuckin' with me, but he can't even stamp it No, I can't go on a hit with that boy, he gon' panic On the field like the coach, I'll call up a blitz You know I don't wear no 9, .45 gon' kick How the bitch mad at me cause I said I don't trick? If I call after 1, then I'm just tryna hit Bae, she be talkin' 'bout you to me, that ain't ya' sis You went and got her a Rollie, she wanted a Patek These niggas fucked up, out here sellin' they plasma Boy, don't get socked, know I'm with all the static Jump out the Johnny and caught him in traffic She came for a platter, but left with some napkins She wanted a tray, but I got her a bowl Know I don't care about the weather, go trap in the snow I can front you a "yeah", if you coppin' a O Know I don't care 'bout ya nigga, I'm knowin' he broke Bad bitch, she let me f*ck on her throat Savage, bloody 'nem really cutthroat He got riddled with bullets, that shit ain't a joke Could've told you some more, you know murder she wrote Flew the bitch to Miami, to f*ck on a boat My lil' bitch in her bag, got a .40 she tote (Yeah) F*ck Trump and Kamala, hell naw, I ain't vote As soon as it land, I'll be shippin' it out I ain't on what he on, I don't need no clout When the city get cold, I just go down south No PRE, but you know I took the Paper Route Got the drop on his stash, now I'm stakin' out We ain't killin' no kids, I told them to go in the house Boy, don't flop on this furniture, I got some shit in my couch When we get on the road, put that shit in ya' blouse Wockhardt or the Qua, I don't f*ck with no Tris She can look good just like Megan, I won't pay her rent You know I can call up my bro, if you still need that fent That nigga not hands on, how is you tryna get rich Get the chicken and then I convert it to strips I'm a Philly boul, you never heard me say "Bip" But, I f*ck with the moes out in D.C. In the crib, I just whipped up a Chi-Chi Bro, I swear all these niggas be starvin' like Marvin I was high in the crib, I ain't go to that party I slimed that boy, just like Shawn Mike had did Marty (Jannetty) Drac' hit his noodle, it turned spaghetti How you gon' get the ups when I'm always ready? She got the WAP, my pockets got Fetty Still been makin' the cake, I ain't meet up with Debbie Had to get up with Murphy to take me to Eddie