Inspector Gadget

Lyrics

[Intro] (This beat hard as hell, what up, Primo?) (Primo Beats on the track) Bitch [Verse] Double G's, stepped on my jacket, I'm not into fashion Two 40s popped out my coat like Inspector Gadget Pop a Perc' and beat a bitch down, I respect the ratchet Bitch, do your pussy stink or nah? I just had to ask it Bangin' hoop season, I just shot unc' ass a bastard She put her leg way behind her head, she acrobatic Damn, I should've filed bro kids, I would've had more taxes Made a hundred K off merch and went and bought a slab of fabric Run that check up, I'm tryna buy a crib in Calabasas Told my bitches treat me like a king, I'm a fan of Cassius I just paid seventy-two hundrеd for a pair of glasses Bitch wanna suck my dick bad, but she scared to ask it Shit, and I'ma lеt her do it When I'm high as hell on Perc 30s, I make better music Tryna do the dash, the motor gettin' hot, I gotta check the fluids Ghetto Boy the mafia, you niggas gon' respect the movement Five chains on right now and I ain't signed to shit The whole city ran out of Wock', I gotta buy some Trish Butt-naked ridin' in the Benz tryna find my bitch Emerald cut diamonds in my watch, I can't find my wrist Let me call Ray K, I need an AK Twelve-hour sessions in the booth, I been up eight days Seen lil' bro make a half a ticket off a fake page Pull up on your block and let it rip like I'm Beyblade Seventy racks gone down the drain, this my first kit The bitch pussy wetter than a bitch, her head ain't worth shit I beat her granny down too for a Perc' script Spent ninety grand on all dogs, on my cur shit I bet I triple up my profit in the long run Lil E short as hell, runnin' with a long gun Bitch said she a fan on mine and went and plaid the wrong song Brodie pulled up with a pack of Percs, let me hold one Shit, I really need three I love my bitch, she got a fat ass and some clean feet Hit the block and drop everything, that's a clean sweep I need a pint of Wockhardt, that's a king's drink Bitch, I don't fuck with alcohol Got into it with my coworker, then smacked the boss Thirty-two carats in my chain, knock a rabbit off With the Glock, I got great aim, we play basketball You don't want to come to Rat— hold on, run it back You don't wanna come to Mackin Road, we let ratchets off Every day, I'm shootin' that shit, never pass the ball I just bought an automatic pump, it shoot cannonballs Just know this shit gettin' real if my dad involved Told girly back that ass up, I had to grab the wall Got caught cheatin' with my lil' bitch in Saginaw In the booth rappin', feed my engineer all Adderall [Outro] (This beat hard as hell, what up, Primo?) (Primo Beats on the track)