He like to fight he gon fight for his life
Spun the ***** *** *** *****
If we here squeaking we killing the mice
He playing with us then he playing with life
Whipping the bowl and its white like some rice
B*tch I am high up but i am no kite
I turn on his b*tch like i turn on a light
Stay with the strap i am not talking dyke
Come here lil boy we taking yo bike
I kill sh#t like Myers but i am not Myke
Whenever they see me they run out of sight
They screaming and yelling it sound like a strike
**Hook**
Finessed by my b#tch boy you can’t even count
They really ain’t gangster just did it for clout
Her #ss clapped three times like a mount
Drop a bag on his head n*gga F*ck the amount
Came from the bottom but i’m at the top
Had to slow down the beat when i see me a opp
Got a bad lil hoe she gon send me drop
If he open up shop his #ss getting popped
These b#tches they hate me im curving
Why you lying about trapping you not even serving
Flexing lil #ss money like what is the purpose
Caught no body that your gun is a virgin
*back to Hook*
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