Out My Face

I can tell you don't know me Obviously you don't Can you hold it down for me We both know you won't You been feeling your self lately Blowing up my line And f*ck what that nigga say Because he ain't hard to find Get your bitch Get your bitch Get your bitch Get your bitch out my face Get your bitch Get your bitch Get your bitch Get your bitch out my face Yea I Milk a bitch like fruity pebble Guns when I play with sticks that’s easy level I don’t do the middle man f*ck the plug for real I’ll dis the connect like late bill Week niggas stop rapping With your corny sneak dissing Your Beats is trash An you're out of sink clean dishes I’m really bout that paper My bitch rolling up that paper High as f*ck I mean me an Jupiter’s Neighbors Money expand like boiling rice Never slipping black ice Lay him down like night night I took his bitch like hike Give you a bitch before I give you advice That’s a no go The game ain’t promo Check that bitch Nike logo Got your bitch really glaring and staring An I bet you're caring Same day pull her I set her down that’s Truth with no Daring Have her in hoe gear while you be asking what are you wearing You know me I’ll send a bitch name Arron on an errand Oh she paying you to Okay well f*ck it nigga we sharing She can break us both off a piece partner Red Baron I'm thinking I can tell you don't know me Obviously you don't Can you hold it down for me We both know you won't You been feeling your self lately Blowing up my line And f*ck what that nigga say Because he ain't hard to find Get your bitch Get your bitch Get your bitch Get your bitch out my face Get your bitch Get your bitch Get your bitch Get your bitch out my face It was easy to climb the ladder Now my pockets is getting fatter Because all hoes lives get battered I don’t jibber But I will Jab her If I’m busy I'll just cab her She bad but I have had badder Never Ain’t afraid to lose the bitch while yaw franchise tag her And f*ck this rap shit I’m trying knock me Goldilocks One sneak peek I'll charge that bitch like jumper box He emotional better put your feelings in check Cause the Glock seventeen will put a doggy door in chest This rap shit is a hobby I'm cracking at Sarah Tracy and Molly I pull them like a dolly I'm so serious about my qwallie Did I send your mom Probably In red bottoms like a Cardi No apologizes no sorry Got more bars then a Harley Do I party That's a hardly Trying to break a leg on a Barbie If it's written no sharpie Lose your bitch like a car key I'm thinking I can tell you don't know me Obviously you don't Can you hold it down for me We both know you won't You been feeling your self lately Blowing up my line And f*ck what that nigga say Because he ain't hard to find Get your bitch Get your bitch Get your bitch Get your bitch out my face Get your bitch Get your bitch Get your bitch Get your bitch out my face