T W O S U A V E

Outta sight, outta mind with it You niggas bait, fish in line with it Tequila straight, don't put no lime in it I'm quick to spark, don't add the fire in it I get activated, you better slide to the left You don't wanna match with me, cause this shit get fatal No Diddy though, but I'm in this ho, and I'm not leaving till I give the say-so Bring the pesos, I need it up front before I get my halo I'ma get what I want, I need my space You better back the f*ck up, cause my trigger finger ready to put Niggas out my misery, I came with nothing Leave it with everything from Dallas, Texas Nigga don't mess with me, just keep it cool Before I up the heat and get to pulling Niggas softer than wet charmin Niggas do you wrong and want a pardon Niggas sell you out to the slaughter Them type of niggas get the chopper If it was up to me, then I'd dump you bitch ass niggas in the sea So you can see where the shark is Nigga Ay nigga, where the beat go A new Yorker A giant A lyrical tyrant I make it look easy I'm breezy in flyknit I'm switching the climate I never go back I'm serving a client Whenever I rap Was counting me out Who told you do that Quit talking opinions I only do facts Bet on me baby, and make it a stack Pick me a beat, you can bet I go black It's all in the hips, I get licked like a blunt I rep where I'm from, spit G like a Mac You going for hugs She giving you dap Adios I don't know where they do that Can tell she on go 'Cause her hand in my lap She like the ciroc but Tonight we on Yak Y'all taking a break If I give her this strap You not getting her back My boy it's a wrap Stop fucking playing with me I been grinding I shine like a buss down I got dough and the hoes wanna f*ck now On the road I'm on go Dump the clutch out I don't ask for permission I just wild Used to sneak in the kitchen Get cussed out Had my luck down I can strut now Tryna make this shit count Like a touchdown You was running yo mouth Know it's up now I'm really living on some fly shit You just pulling up for the optics Braids long On some pop shit I'ma Braveheart On some Nas shit Now my money is long I'm a vibe trick Ain't no use in defending your logic All my exes gon tell you I'm toxic When they not shit Guess it's hard not to hate a hot bitch