Quicker Than That

A few more nights on the street, that's all A few more holes F*ck you talm bout nigga In your arm That's it right there Think you got one up on me, you gotta be quicker than that I looked her dead in the eyes And let the hoe go And I couldn't feel bad I don't like talking bout pape with these broke ass niggas I'm not trynna brag Bitch tryna pop a little perc trynna act like me Tell that hoe have some class You wasn't here from the start So why the f*ck you won't get left in the past Nigga think I'm trynna f*ck on his bitch So he pillow talk to my ex Baby say she wanna pop a G6 She wanna f*ck on the X How the f*ck you wake up hating on me Get your priorities in check 43x, right off my hip you get stretched My eyes low I'm bowing my head All blue hundreds, my cup all red Thumbing through hundreds with quickdraw hands You niggas ain't P who the f*ck is you tricking You getting pimped out by hoes you tripping You on thin ice so don't end up slipping I do not tolerate switching I can't keep running through bitches Rather not talk but I listen Pull up on the curb I might kiss it I need this cup for nutrition I put that hoe in Givenchy Now I feel like Matthew Williams Couldn't make money from rap I went to the trap I made me a killing