TGIF (Remix)

This rap shyt lame as hell I made more off the packs, p's, 8ths and scales Catfish, fucking rat bitch, you should hang yourself Gas in, flood they ass, shyt look like Bangladesh Past tense was in a bad mix since an early age Ask, shyt you prolly have glimpsed my face or heard the name Glock ain't got no safety but hold 33 like Derwin James Let off 30, still got three remaining cause his jersey changed Y'all get fame and leave your people hanging, y'all be swerving lanes Scheming daily until Jesus take you to them pearly gates Why you perpetrating? Like you some type of plug with percs and got the purple drank in You the middle man I'm hitting bitches off the dribble while you in the stands spectating Bitches fans and I be neck breaking I ain't got too many friends, shyt been skept' lately Tryna stack up all this bread, get like Jeff Bezos Green, red, purple, blue beam playing laser tag Hitting off the bat, to get the ass you gotta pay the tab Swerves back to back, I'm having traffic got the neighbors mad Ain't throwing ones, you know we keep the pole but never shaking ass P's and q's, having p's and q's, I got stings and moves Freaks accuse me of cheating, hmmm? Bitch I'm single boo She so silly Said she didn't eat so I got her sum Wendy's, it's no biggie She tryna get lit off the Henny, Patron, Remy And she blocked me but I still hit again it was goaltending I hit 'bout four bitches that's kin and that's no kizzy Got a big ass drum kit on the glizzy, it hold 50 Sold the two tone strap for the black joint I don't do missions, you a send off crash toy And I don't shoot six's 'less I'm tryna hit my crap point She gave me gawk gawk three racks now my lap moist