Pick and mix with the stick
I feel like it's just the way I'm dancing in this bih
Niggas really sticked up like tom clancy in this bih
Try to take my sauce, and you wont run off with it
Sipping tea in your hood, Yea I'm cooling with my blick
I don't need her, I'm good, Yea she love me too sick
She keep grabbing on my pants, Yea she moving too quick
Fuck and her friends so the cops on my dick
Cause they ain't stopping shit
Balling like playoffs, get layed off in this bitch
You getting hate dog, I hate to see it
If she like baseball, get homerun with this stick
(Homerun!)
Yea I'm not done
Bitch I'm hot, above your head, like it's top gun
Know these niggas want me dead, that shit not fun
Yea that nigga need some bread, he got low funds
Try to play me, bitch I'm not one
Smoking gas, got me callin' like it's hot one
Bitch you not a top dog, I'm the show gun
Heard you bought all the place just to post some
I don't get it
Blacked out, windows tinted
I might crash out, I cant see what's in it
Got a bad mouth, Jesus say I'm sinning
Trying not to lash out, but these niggas dissing
I cant believe it
I was down bad so long, you should've seen it
I just make shit so real, feel like I'm preaching
Yea these niggas got real, feel like they leaching
'Cause they ain't stopping shit
Balling like playoffs, get layed off in this bitch
You getting hate dog, I hate to see it
If she like baseball get homerun with this stick
(Homerun!)
Yea I'm not done
Bitch I'm hot, above your head like it's top gun
Know these nigga want me dead, that shit not fun
Yea that nigga need some bread he got low funds