What's The Word

Damn, Donny made this Heard he want to talk what's the word In that fucking Trackhawk, park that bitch right on the curb Bitch, you gon' catch the block, try to talk to me get curved Eighty thousands on a clock, Rollies out let's go and splurge Hella racks on a watch tell 'em watch, can't do it like us Bitch I make hits everyday, just with a mic touch You be touching lil' racks, that shit don't excite us Bitch I copped the wires stepdad then copped the white buffs Try to run up on me step back, bitch we don't step the same Irrelevant we met like eight times still gotta guess your name You sending threats but you a whole pussy, could never sweat a lame I was in the SRT and bro he finna flex a range Shout out to Alex that's my twin, yeah, for lifer And we shooting with some pistols but got good aim like a sniper That's yo bitch, thought you cuffed her but my bro just went and piped her And I'm chilling with my twins, my tarantulas, my spiders You a lover, not a fighter Different colors, Rollie brighter And I know that you down bad My bro just fucked her then you wife her Hit like a drummer, feel like Pyfer Go to slumber, I'm a striker In the summer burning tires Ain't a Hummer, ain't a Chrysler This a fucking SRT, why the f*ck would I slow down Man you just a bitch, I think that shit is yo pronoun Bro equipped new chops like he just got a new loaded All this shit right off the fucking top, ain't shit I wrote down Told em tone down watch who the f*ck you talking to And people act like your brothers, in the end they end up crossing you Put some diamonds in my teeth make sure I brush 'em and I floss em too Kicking back at a fucking mansion, with a awesome view Who I'm finna flex on today, shit, all of you They ain't know that we was flexing, brought the Trackhawk in view You a fucking joke, don't waste my time, I won't talk to you Bitch I got Givenchy as my motherfucking walking shoes, yeah Crazy drip finna walk into the fashion scene No you can't get shit from me, so don't be asking me Throw the left jab one time, and then he fast asleep Knock him out quick like the fucking Ben Askren knee, yeah Hell nah you ain't passing me I kill shit way too casually He run up that's a casualty All this fucking cash on me Heard yo fucking tape, I ain't like one song, it was ass to me Only taking wins, it ain't never a L you handing me I ain't asking please, bitch I'm taking everything, it's mine Married to the game, think I need a wedding ring, it's time F*ck what you said to me, everything you said it was a lie Bitch you dead to me, I'm only going up, I'm finna fly Ain't no checking me, bitch I feel like Nike I just do Try to flex on me, left him in the past looking stupid I'm the best to see, they can't rap like me bitch you can't do it Flexing excessively, bitch I just walked out in a new fit Heard he want to talk what's the word In that fucking Trackhawk, park that bitch right on the curb Bitch, you gon' catch the block, try to talk to me get curved Eighty thousands on a clock, Rollies out let's go and splurge Hella racks on a watch tell 'em watch, can't do it like us Bitch I make hits everyday just with a mic touch You be touching lil' racks, that shit don't excite us Bitch I copped the wires stepdad then copped the white buffs