Belichick (feat. AC3 Run It Up)

Bitch I call the plays Call me John Belichick Yeah I call the plays Call me John Belichick Don't hit my phone If you ain't tryna run a check Ain't tryna run a check I call the plays in the field If we play we get 'em hit Fourth and one All my niggas down to blitz Said she love me I ain't really tryna kiss F*ck her then I dip Then I cross her off the list Swear my K be spittin' Yeah I think he got a lisp Shotty got a kick Pump and then I hit I can't trust a nigga I can always trust my wrist I can move the pack But make my money off a bitch Tell me how she useful I can't take her to the strip Tryna conversate I can't be friends with a bitch (Friends with no... haha) Heard he want the wok Imma tax 'em for the script (Tax em for the... yeah) Heard he want the wok Imma tax 'em for the script Yeah he said he want that wok So we go tax 'em for the script I got thirty in this clip Yeah this choppa make 'em flip We eliminate the rats and clear the block And the we dip On harvard where it's bloods But I be hangin' wit them crips Fucked on a opp hoe And left a pussy nigga pissed Feelin' like my brotha juice With all this ice up on my wrist Niggas always actin' hard But they be talkin' like a bitch All my niggas bout that money All my niggas gettin' rich He too broke to pay his bond We know he snitched when he got out He went to meet the plug But heard that switch when he got out Can't f*ck that nigga bitch Because she fienin' for that clout That hoe might get to tellin' Put that Nina to her mouth Can't f*ck that nigga bitch Because she fienin' for that clout (Bitch I call the plays call me John Belichick) That hoe might get to tellin' Put that Nina to her mouth Yeah I call the plays Call me John Belichick Don't hit my phone If you ain't tryna run a check Ain't tryna run a check I call the plays in the field If we play we get 'em hit Fourth and one All my niggas down to blitz Said she love me I ain't really tryna kiss F*ck her then I dip Then I cross her off the list Swear my K be spittin' Yeah I think he got a lisp Shotty got a kick Pump and then I hit I can't trust a nigga I can always trust my wrist I can move the pack But make my money off a bitch Tell me how she useful I can't take her to the strip Tryna conversate I can't be friends with a bitch Heard he want the wok Imma tax 'em for the script Heard he want the wok Imma tax 'em for the script