Lackin' (feat. ALLBLK, 1nebozo & GGBBY)

These niggas always chattin' Keep on talking catch you lackin' Keep on walking when you see me You don't, you don't want no static Got the choppa' automatic See a oppa I'm gon' blast it (See a oppa I'm gon' blast it) Ain't no time for you to panic I be buggin', schizophrenic Paranoia on my mind Think I'm seeing shit 'Cuz these niggas look like bitches And I don't trust you bitches Man I really must be tripping out Feeling different now These niggas still bitching, wow Almost couldn't tell the difference now But let me tell you niggas something now I came to switch it up I ain't giving up 'Til I'm switching lanes In that Bentley truck, move my family out the hood But it prolly' don't matter 'cuz this world is a disaster I'm just climbing up the ladder, hope this-hope this ain't the latter Hocus-pocus, abracadabra, hocus-pocus, abracadabra These niggas be fans, get the f*ck out my face I dip, ain't leavin' no trace I'm number one so they call me a Ace Beat fast, I'm keepin' a pace He a twat, packed on the scene Bullets go crazy, hittin' his spleen Why niggas tight 'cuz a nigga got mean? He a sherm ass nigga, he not wit' the team On bro, now ya'll got me tight Bad lil' bitch, I'm trynna get right That's ya bitch? You upset? Do what I want niggas ain't even done yet Damn, nigga a puppet he do what I say They know what's up 'cuz a nigga don't play Give me the rock and I'm takin' a curry I'm shootin' these threes takin' over the game On my soul, I'm like that You got a tool but won't up it and pipe that Where ya fists lil' nigga? Fight back Vision blurry, but a opp? I could sight that I don't got no friends, just family Step on the beat niggas can't even handle me Like, how many niggas be fanning me? I'm really crazy you not understanding me Gon' be on top soon Pay attention 'cuz I'm takin' your thot soon Bitches all on my bop soon Nigga chattin', he don't even flock too Dumb nigga thought he a menace F*ck a tomato, get hit wit' some lettuce I know my rights, ain't talkin' amendments I'm takin' actions like the motherfucking Senate, bitch Can you show me something different? I hear you spittin', but it really isn't giving Based off your pen, based off your moves, can't see the vision Heard you cooking, is you really in the kitchen? (Whippin', whippin') Tell me what I'm missing My intuition, keep it crisp, no disposition Can't change my mind, I'm on a grind, I need the digits I see you lurking, do you really know who this is? Pretty in my pictures and you know you double clicking But in person you can't see me, so rejections what you feeling And I keep it in my purse just in case I have to use it Niggas always get upset, so I keep a couple fuses I really keep it cute boy Get out of line, go Rihanna I really get rude, boy I really keep a tool, boy Hop on the line You gon' see how it's used, boy Don't get it confused, boy Get it together, go 'bout what you do, boy (The F*ck)