Verbal

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Told this lil hoe she needa fix her verbal Baby girl you needa communicate with me In the telly I'm slow like a turtle Cause I'm mixin up the lean with the 50's I'm duckin' weavin all these niggas can miss me My niggas punchin' shit we not with the dissing Three bitches got me feelin' like Scottie Fucked a bitch one night feelin' like Yachty Met a baddie, she the life of the party I caught her spikin' all the juice with Bacardi She told me that she like my drip it was awesome Got a UT bitch flew that bitch out from Austin Junkie bitch sippin' green, think I got her from Boston I got her from Boston Got another one, tired of her junkie ass Cause all the pills she pop Got a alcoholic bitch, she get lit off of that Smirnoff Kvo! smokin' green, my brody sippin' lean Tryna kill the cough Tryna take my drip, but he shoppin' at ROSS Want my ghetto bitch, but that young nigga soft Poppin' everything no we not with the talk Cut his arm off if he reach for my chain, I don't know what he taught We cut your lips off, if you snitch on the gang We don't care if your ass get caught You do sum wrong for your little bitch reporting to me She already know I'm the boss Nigga tryna steal my sauce Nigga tryna steal my shirt and my shoes and my pants But nigga you don't know what it cost Bitch come over, treat my dick like floss Bitch get hung over, she been drinkin' so long Nigga get run over, I don't even play ball The first time I met your bitch I met that lil' hoe in a thong The first time I met her snitch My nigga smokin' like a bong My nigga get blue, just like Lilou and Stitch My nigga get paper, give a f*ck bout a bitch Probably playin' 2K while that nigga get blitz I'm tired of this crazy hoe Yeah, she always tryna do somethin This lil' hoe is skitz I'm tired of this lazy hoe Like, baby get up Can you please get off your ass Baby get up finna go chase a bag Baby get the f*ck up for I leave your ass sad She wanna get high all day But if I kick this bitch out, she gon' be mad She wanna get high all day But wanna complain When her ass don't got no racks Yeah, I learned my lesson From that Kvo! Had to get up at the trap Alow be in the field I ain't talkin' bout track Nigga talkin' bout the money I call cap The clothes on me, they always black The rolls on me, they always blue Got a Benjamin Franklin up in my pocket Like I don't even know what to do with him Tell my young nigga T-j To stay out the trap But that nigga not goin' to school