Sucka Free

(Stribb on the beat) uh Mr walk this shit down I don't need no shooter it's Mr, uh Mr walk this shit down I don't need no shooter Walk down, nigga, I'll do you Then I switch cars and fool you Who the f*ck this bitch Really think she playin' With? Act like I never knew you Nigga said that they loyal, it Come to this money They go to the judge and they sue you Uh, Big ol' Backdoor, he the kicker I should've stopped kickin' it sooner Touchdown Backdoor, Oklahoma, the Sooners Taught myself, I didn't need me a tutor He try to play the big ol' boss Then I'ma put three in his noodle You don't know me, then do your research You can find me on Google Get to sellin' them tens, then C4 pop out Toaster strudel He don't take care his kids and it's cool With you? That type of behavior is brutal Know I went straight to sleep I didn't learn in school But just know I'm richer than teachers Niggas commentin' now Tryna pay me for features Bet a couple bitches cheerin' for Me in the bleachers and she popped a jet Said she be sneakin' and geekin' Don't record this shit, you know my songs They be leakin' And I ain't even thinkin' 'bout peakin' And I walked in this Bitch smellin' just like The gas and you know that my clothes They was reekin' and I just had fucked her But I walked past her Act like we wasn't even speakin' Play with me, it's a Disaster, cold case catcher Makin' sure that we get even Fucked her to death, I had To touch her, bitch, Is you breathing? Every time I talk, she look at me She leakin' hit the girl on the 'Ghini Everybody know I'm the hottest young Nigga that's doin' this shit Ain't no secret You know I kept Victoria's secret Ayy, when she call, I ignore it I'm tweakin' Yeah, baby, come here, let me talk to you Other niggas done fucked this shit Up for the P's boy, quit your waitin' Let me talk to the bitch Sittin' up on her knees The grind, wanted better for me You know she gon' get wetter for me 'Member when he was terrible, 3? I shut the trap down and buried the key It was hard, but I did it And look where I'm at now Have a ménage, two of them, at first They was checkin' my background I just told lil' baby they call me C4 And I really don't like bein' out much I got shot seven times I survived and he didn't 'cause these Niggas ain't really about much Can I tell you somethin'? When we walk in the restaurant I'm walkin' in with my ski mask 'Cause it's just the way I am See an opp, catch a faceshot, blam See, the pussy, it taste like lamb And the bitch ass shaped like Jelly 'cause that's not jam I got pounds in here 'cause this my jam When she hear my song, say "That's my jam" I'ma f*ck her too 'cause that's my plan No more doin' that hand-to hand I done put baby bro in charge Ayy, give me my cellphone Let me just catch them plays For long, hit the bankroll large Real niggas help out real niggas Then real niggas reciprocate, Boy I said these niggas been Hatin' again and again I'ma chop off the head on a rat Told the bitch go get in the bed, lay flat Once I grab on her neck Then you know that that's that It's a 223 in the backpack I got beaucoup cheese, nigga Work way too hard for all that She don't give off the same energy Fall back