FUK SHI

Bad bitch, and she got her toes done Feet out, Bitch, I'm in the Stu Recording right now with my heat out Say he Want some smoke, we spin this block And we gon' see bout, We tie his ass up and tell him, shh, tell him Be quiet Please don't make me mad, I'll flash out and Make some bad decisions I'll whip this blicky out and get the bussin Til it stop clickin' Just know we keepin' poles round here, we ain't Goin' fishin' I love to play with glocks, I love them sticks Just went and bought some switches She think you a bad boy, I think you a bitch Boy He did all that talkin' til I made him eat This clip, boy Now he on the shirt, huh, now they sayin rip, boy We spin around your block and let it off and Watch him dip, boy I don't like to go out, no, I'm not the people Type I'm the type that get the clutchin' when I Feel the vibe ain't right Bitch, my niggas don't get tired, we slidin All day and every night I don't even gotta shoot niggas, I'd rather Use my hands and fight bitch we masked up like Halloween, yeah, we The Jason gang I don't hear too much when I be High, this wood I'm facin' gang I already fucked That bitch, that's the Hoe that you be chasin', gang I let some shots off, he get to runnin' Yeah, he racin', gang She said, daddy, calm down, you ain't gotta Take it there I told that nigga, get down, we not shootin In the air He was laughin', ain't no fun now, he want Some smoke, it's in the air You play, then you get gunned down, bitch I really take it there Told her, hold my gun, and she laughed and She said, period He tryna keep the peace, I said, shh, I ain't Hearin' it She got right on her knees and chewed me up Just like some spearmint I told her, put my cup down, that's tris you, can't be spillin' it