Hide & Seek

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh, bitch, I'm hoppin' out that What? Bitch, I'm hoppin' out this— yeah, okay What up, Jose? (Jose the Plug) [Verse] Hoppin' out the suicide doors doin' homicides Heard my opp a silverspoon, I'll get his mama robbed Need at least an M to get my name on that dotted line They keep askin' 'bout that last opp, oh, he not alive I ain't took no Ls, still know how to drive Ain't had pocket change, now I'm poppin' dimes Up a drum like DJ when it's drama time Quick to blow that whistle like a ref if he get out of line They think it's fresh up off the skillet how I'm blowin' chicken Your bitch the G-O-A-T with it how she blowin' dick Bet I drop a dollar on him if he owe a cent Baccarat and zotti my aroma, bitches know the scent I could sell a bitch a dream like she Coretta Scott I'm gon' pop if you reachin', boy, you better not I got sick of my old bitch, new bitch got wetter WAP I only trust in numbers, I think letters lie Your bitch eatin' healthy, got her in here pickle blowin' Bitch could be a dime, I wouldn't spend a nickel on it Spent four-fifty on a shirt 'cause Virgil scribbled on it How I'm shittin' on 'em daily, boy, this shit look simple, don't it? Go against whoever, I don't pick opponents I don't fuck with Morty, all my Rick is Owens Chemist in the Lab how I whip up potion Told your ho I got the mag, showed that bitch a Trojan I'm tired of oppies playin' hide and seek Mini Drac' his minivan, I catch that Odyssey Throw my bitch in 'Lenciaga, she ain't rockin' Pink ARP go bada-boom, Glock, it go bada-bing Your bitch in that room hittin' notes, taught her how to sing Piggies ever ask what I know, tell 'em not a thing Bougie-ass Glock, keep the pole in designer jeans You ain't gotta ask what I want, it's the finer things Okay Tell a bitch that I looked everywhere, ain't find a fuck to give Find it funny, I be fuckin' on her, you be fuckin' with her He gon' fight the Glocky, think I'm racist, I won't touch a nigga That shit silly as hell Alright, alright, alright, alright, come on Got your bitch leaf blowin' 'cause she know I rake pros Bitch know I'm on, off how she take clothes Middle finger every pic, bitch, I can't pose Bitch, I'm plugged in everywhere like some LEGOs, no cap Make the ho believe in Bigfoot, the sneakers Triple S Camera, Bnb, your bitch and me, we made a triple-X Funny, ever since we started beefin', opps been livin' less I just check my bank account if I get depressed This shit get heavy, bitch, we pitchin', opps gon' get the press I already mastered scammin', I might get the 'Rex I go buy a weapon every time I get a threat Shit, fuck it, I'm done rappin', bro, no cap, no cap