MAYDAY (Another BeatBox Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus] We finna hit, call it mayday, uh I hit a lick on my payday (Damn E, this shit exclusive) We spin his whole block like a Beyblade (Yeah) Told that bitch to bend If I hit her tonight, that depends Best to call this your end 'Cause up you gon' be sent [Verse 1] My ex bitch was toxic, so I put her on the blocklist I let the whole block hit, don't ask questions, just stop it She looks like a goddess, I came from the projects And yes, I made progress, you looking like a bomb threat So I kick you out, you like to run your mouth You fly like a comet, don't even look at me We kick out your doorway, catch your ass in 4K In the quicksand like Morray Everybody wanna hate me til' they miss me I'm stacking chips, when they eat, they double-dip me I look into your eyes and all I see is me The sky is blue, niggas faking, throwing double C's All I can see is black like I got sunglasses on Tell all these niggas, just stop the bitch shit They ain't with it, stop the fake Crip shit All I do is woo bounce like I'm Trap Nav I'm going inward like a bit lip Everybody, everybody wanna talk shit But when I pull up, all they do is get their lips zipped Like Fivie, I got big drip, fuck up your life, I'm a misfit [Chorus] We finna hit, call it mayday, uh I hit a lick on my payday We spin his whole block like a Beyblade, (yeah) Told that bitch to bend If I hit her tonight, that depends Best to call this your end 'Cause up you gon' be sent [Verse 2] No Medusa, my bitch a snake Told that bitch to wait, he get done up if he late We only run up, don't run from jakes Back the Bentley truck to your face Throw the Louis bag in the Wraith They say I got talent, wait, (what?) Who you talking 'bout? Me or Faith? I spit fast, we run a race, (we run a race) If you too much, you gotta go How I lose my virginity to a ho? Don't send a text, no sticky notes This beatbox, got two drums and two sticks, we need more Y'all feel the flow? She calling my phone, I don't give a fuck I call your bitch, she pulling up She give that Gawk-Gawk 3000 double pepper grinder deluxe You do for me, I do for you, my momma said they using you It's easier, hit two for two [Chorus] We finna hit, call it mayday, uh I hit a lick on my payday We spin his whole block like a Beyblade, (yeah) Told that bitch to bend If I hit her tonight, that depends Best to call this your end 'Cause up you gon' be sent