On They Neck

Yea, free lil Skooter Free lil Jockee Free lil Skooter Nigga got my Christian inside of the shoota Yea, his name Christian, he my shoota On they necks we pressing them Wit 40 Smiths we wetting them Benz done got a bed in them That shit be bouncing everywhere Talking to my gang n'em I'll gat you back on god I swear Talking bout my fetty, in my lair, if you don't know don't stare These niggas just a bunch of squares Aint circle back the block I swear Put the glock up on the bed I start a prayer clear my head Play wit me on god he dead On one eighteen they running scared The opps they fucking everywhere They coming at me for my bread Pull a knife onto his gut his voice be singing just like fred Skrt the benz on the street, that shit be squeeling wit no thread Fucking up, just ran away from cops, ain't getting pulled by fed Fucking spilled my dirty sprite, straight fucking up my seats is red On they necks we pressing them Wit 40 Smiths we wetting them Benz done got a bed in them That shit be bouncing everywhere Talking to my gang n'em I'll gat you back on god I swear Talking bout my fetty, in my lair, if you don't know don't stare 560, widebody Bombs in trunk, we yelling Saudi Why shawty, I don't care about yo 5 bodies I got 10 up in the mac, I'm pressing paste and copy Free lil Skooter, free lil Jockee Niggas caught wit weed on potty Don't check on me, bitch, this ain't hockey Buck a puck back at you sloppy F*ck a bitch then send her home That car behind us, wait they gone Spin up on em, he ain't strong And his name is probably Shawn Talking to his girl and all I see is this bitch fucking yawn Come up on you, save you, lets get our fucking clap on Told her I'm a lesbian she ask me bout my strap on I pulled out my gat and told her that this a heaven coupon She gripping on the stick and pole this bitch giving a hard on On they necks we pressing them Wit 40 Smiths we wetting them Benz done got a bed in them That shit be bouncing everywhere Talking to my gang n'em I'll gat you back on god I swear Talking bout my fetty, in my lair, if you don't know don't stare Ain't no hellcats and trackhawks, this beamer, benz, and f*ck a bentley Cool you got a rolls royce ain't no ac in the bitch you sweaty F*ck you and yo water bottle, I don't care about saving the earth Cool you got a yeti bottle, that fucking shit aint up your worth I'm just from the north, we drinking Loko thats just from the fourth Ya I'm going back and forth, I'm at the gym I'm getting sore What you gonna do if a nigga pulls up on you built like thor Prolly gonna shit your drawers, I run his ass down, down to the floor On they necks we pressing them Wit 40 Smiths we wetting them Benz done got a bed in them That shit be bouncing everywhere Talking to my gang n'em I'll gat you back on god I swear Talking bout my fetty, in my lair, if you don't know don't stare