Soft (feat. Wickstar)

How the f*ck I'm dropping all this heat? This shit is crazy I been chilling, up inside my crib, just making beats, I'm lazy But you best bet that I'm alert I'm still out here doing dirt Bitch I'm straight out the four, bro you know what that is Where they getting it lit, and they sliding on tris Boy, I got the no mans land on my hip Drop me a bag when I'm headed to fifth I'm making a beat man this shit filled with filth I need me a perfect score like my name wilt I'm dropping a hundred bitch this it my will I'm putting it on you know it is my year The four on my back with the fifth for the drip E that's my boy know he got plenty clips Marc that's my man's know he produced this shit Rapping forever like bottomless pit You get to the end and you cease to exist The last time I seen her she said she ain't F*ck with me But now she f*ck with me That thing been stuck with me He think lucky see I'm gonna plunge his whole life underneath Jay that's my bro at the crib for a week Man man my mans know he came with the fully on him We breaking the rules in this bitch We never old schooley' we foolin' on em' Business gon Boom in this clique Like a Tesla, know we zooming on 'em I'm blowing the brain out this whip Like need for speed ho' I'm moving on 'em And I'm pushing up I'm finna take the whole lick You drop a dime, and I'm calling my cuz And he gon' make you change, with the nickel Four-five And I don't rock with hoes, even bad ones, they fine I just use 'em and pass 'em Cause they asinine I don't rock with these rap niggas wasting my time Man y'all niggas be fufu ain't writing your rhymes And you say that you real but you snake in disguise If you stand up to me tell you "bitch get in line" I'mma' knock your ass out tryna play round with mine Steven my man's know he stay with the fye Marco my mans, know he really the type, to lay down the law Put yo' ass back in line Hit up ha' IG cause I seen she fine She want some FaceTime, gimme' the face for the time Belt on my waistline, and I'll take it off And I'll whoop yo lil bitch ass like you still age nine Cough up my lung while I'm hitting this za These niggas be bitches they ain't standing tall These niggas get scared they see me at the mall Ouu, ouu, ouu, bitch I'll knock you down Ouu, ouu, ouu, take yo' ho to town Ouu, ouu, ouu, got your ho in her gown I need me some keys to a wraith Boy my neck wet as f*ck, man this shit look like a lake It ain't my birthday but bitch I got cake Bitch I'm young and I'm eighteen I don't got no wait I'm too turnt for days And I'm back in that mode My young niggas trained to go, that's fasho I'm off of the X, bitch I'm booted up Your bitch gon f*ck me, she gon toot it up I'm rich than a bitch, f*ck it shoot it up Bitch I'm full off the X, like a dulley truck La Three just came in with his tooley tucked I got rick on my right, he get fooley bucks All on IG, and you posting them captions Your bitch f*ck on me, she dropping the backend Come at me a certain way, I'ma make sure you stretched It ain't self defense I'll get you whacked if you keep talking that shit Pull up to yo' crib and I f*ck on yo' bitch I keep me a pole, I keep me a stick Since you tryna play me like I am a bitch I'm punching the three and the two in this bitch These niggas be sweet like some goddamn Trix When you bending that curb, boy you better not my miss My niggas be with me they high as Allah, diss on the gang Bitch get put in the sky Bitch I'm too good I can never fall off Sleep in a villa, wake up in a loft You niggas like pampers, or diapers, you soft