Been off the radar
You aint did no skit to the neck before
On me, I know you follow me
The two-two-three gone blow lil' nigga (hmm)
SRT Daytona with my brotha so I got my cutta
Aint even twenty one yet, and I done touched twenty one racks and splurged in Lenox
I'll pour me a four, and I aint finished
Had yo bih running from me yea she limping
Skinny nigga with a drake if niggas dont listen then I gotta blitz him
My niggas gon really go risk em
Two-two-three gone hit his mans
Like, I thought this nigga had bands
Like I thought this nigga had hands
Man I know these niggas dissing me, aint got plans
Like, yea these niggas they fans
Like, and they pockets be on light
This Ksubi but they tight
But you know I got fye on right
Its been a year since I been on the mic
But lil nigga im still talking right (hmm)
Still talking right (hmm)
Mixing the Tris with the Sprite
Yea, mixing the Tris with the Sprite
Baby yea everything gone be alright
Yea, everything gone be alright, yea
Nigga got wacked for thinking he right, so I had to get my slice, yea
In designer clothes, I caught at the stoe' with nino I got that flight, yea
A nigga got an issue, aight yea, nigga come and fight, yea
But nowadays, yea, niggas dont fight you
Niggas got that strap, so you know I got that strap
And you know I got that lent
Hell nah, nigga I never lack
Never rest
Hell nah bitch im getting the bread,
Hell nah bitch im getting the bread
Hell yea bitch, givin me head
When I pull up, theres 2 on the bed
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Five O Three to the Eight One Three
So you know my niggas pushing
I give a shit, lil nigga yea, yo you niggas pussy
When I slide through, yea you know you better watch loosely
Walk through, so you know that they lookin'
So they know that they lookin'
Ay, drip in that Alexander McQueen
Bitch you gon f*ck up my wing
Yea she wanna come f*ck on me, yea she wanna be my queen
Woah bih', f*ck on me, bih want swallow me
Uh, bih', swallow me, swallow me
Swallow me, Swallow me
Swallow me, Swallow me,
Swallow me, Swallow me