Malice

Lyrics

[Intro] (Perfect) Yeah [Chorus] I don't really care what you call it Nigga, back the fuck up, you know I got bodies She a rat, call her Megan Thee Stallion Give 'em a show, I put on, Jimmy Fallon GMC, bitch, I'm ridin' in Denali Pop a pill in one plane just like a pilot They pray they don't go down for malice Get the crowd lit, it wasn't nothin' like a rally Bring the stick, so the jeans gotta be baggy Man, this ho think she done won her a pageant I'd be locked up if I wasn't rappin' Yeah, I'd be stoppin' everybody in traffic My blunt ain't got nothin' but weed and some Grabba Them young niggas trippin', you would think they was rabid [Verse 1] I got the Uzi ridin' in the Maybach You want some smoke with the gang, you ain't say that They ain't got no fires on they hip, them boys stay lack Load of them niggas was bitches like way back My mama really ain't trippin' 'bout the face tat Hop out and clean they block up with the Ajax You finna to die, you say somethin' 'bout the gang, why you say that? Yeah, sit tight, boy, this payback I used to be broke, but I was just seventeen You with us or not? It ain't no in-between Backend, got them knots in my jeans She say that the money make me mean Count it up, fucked on her friend, that ain't me Catch that boy, you know I knock out his teeth Everybody, they fake, man, I peep I'm in the cut, I'm ducked down with that heat [Chorus] I don't really care what you call it Nigga, back the fuck up, you know I got bodies She a rat, call her Megan Thee Stallion Give 'em a show, I put on, Jimmy Fallon GMC, bitch, I'm ridin' in Denali Pop a pill in one plane just like a pilot They pray they don't go down for malice Get the crowd lit, it wasn't nothin' like a rally Bring the stick, so the jeans gotta be baggy Man, this ho think she done won her a pageant I'd be locked up if I wasn't rappin' Yeah, I'd be stoppin' everybody in traffic My blunt ain't got nothin' but weed and some Grabba Them young niggas trippin', you would think they was rabid [Verse 2] Stop all that lyin' 'fore I teach you how to drive Potato barrel on the stick, got the fries He'll stay away from this shit if he wise I'm gettin' racks and I know he despise I got out of jail, that's in front of they eyes I give you discounts, just depend what you buy I feel like a star, mama said I shine bright Yeah, they gon' do it for free Yeah, them boys paid up the fee Everybody in disbelief You know this my expertise She goin' crazy in the sheets Your song trash as fuck, heard the leaks You a rat, I come straight for your cheese Say she love me, gotta get on her knees On the beach, I just vibe with the breeze [Chorus] I don't really care what you call it Nigga, back the fuck up, you know I got bodies She a rat, call her Megan Thee Stallion Give 'em a show, I put on, Jimmy Fallon GMC, bitch, I'm ridin' in Denali Pop a pill in one plane just like a pilot They pray they don't go down for malice Get the crowd lit, it wasn't nothin' like a rally Bring the stick, so the jeans gotta be baggy Man, this ho think she done won her a pageant I'd be locked up if I wasn't rappin' Yeah, I'd be stoppin' everybody in traffic My blunt ain't got nothin' but weed and some Grabba Them young niggas trippin', you would think they was rabid [Outro] Uzi, blatt, frrat