Fiesty

Lyrics

[Hook] You not a gangster boy you from the burbs Talkin' that shit get you left on the curb Rollin' a wood it smell like some herb Fuck what you heard we come in a herd Damn lil' mama you feisty And lil' mama a pisces Fuck with no niggas who shiesty Or those niggas who might be I keep that toolie, you run up on me I'ma shoot me a movie like Spike Lee You kill one of mine boy you gotta bleed That boy a snitch, yeah he made a plea I got some niggas that hop out and squeeze And they will not stop till you drop to yo knees [Verse] I wanna hit it from that back while I watch you eat yo friend's pussy After I'm done fuckin' on you bitch I want yo friend's pussy You gotta make a nigga wanna buss out and do a dance pussy Shorty all on me and she pullin' on my zipper and her man lookin' I put that lean in the pop, you know what I'm sippin' its Wock Every summer I'm huggin' the block What I'm grippin' you know it's a Glock Ain't tryna fall in love with no bitch, all I need is the top And I do not need no bad bitch, all I need is a bop I made her get down low, I fucked a bitch with no socks I made that ho cut the guap, then I kicked her out the spot Yes I remember them days standin' over the stove whippin' the pot I turned a brick to a bow, that's what you call turnin' a little to a lot I got some killas that's bout it like Master P, they kill yo ass for free I'm in the kitchen I'm whippin' a masterpiece, so please do not ask for me You think you bigger than Pun? Well you can get left in the pond like a swan I shoot this gun that bitch loud like a bomb You can disappear like a got a wand Me and my gun, yeah we got a bond We stay together and we got a son I'ma get out if I got a bond I told them peoples that I'm not the one You must not know where I'm from Scrapp Gang we not for none Clap Gang we get it done [?] niggas they was young This ain't how niggas really come This ain't where niggas really from Hit they block up with that drum Through the same cut, these niggas so dumb [Hook] You not a gangster boy you from the burbs Talkin' that shit get you left on the curb Rollin' a wood it smell like some herb Fuck what you heard we come in a herd Damn lil' mama you fiesty And lil' mama a pisces Fuck with no niggas who shiesty Or those niggas who might be I keep that toolie, you run up on me I'ma shoot me a movie like Spike Lee You kill one of mine boy you gotta bleed That boy a snitch, yeah he made a plea I got some niggas that hop out and squeeze And they will not stop till you drop to yo knees