Lyrics

Walk with a stick, little baby [?] Bitch ass nigga, he sweeter than glucose Ask him "What you say?" like Jason Derulo Shot a nigga father, put him in a group home Call me 'Yonce, got a bitch on a blue phone They don't pass me the Glock, yeah they two-tone Street nigga, slam the plug like sumo Might sign to RCA for a record Pull out an RPG for a weapon He in the ER, send him to heaven One in the head, they calling me Devin Four on his back, they calling him Westbrook Jake Paul, we ain't throwing a left hook Fuck that shit, I dropped out You can't get street smarts from a textbook Outta the chop, feeling likе Monica OG in jail, he's playing harmonica Two Glock, Mermaid Man and its Barnacle Pick up thе metal like I am on Chronicle Body in the closet , Chronicles of Narnia Put that shit in her mouth like thermometer My dawg takes percs, now he a vomiter (He fucked up) Call up [?] nigga, he a crusher Hit on a bitch that's doing all the cuffing' Call me Travis Barker, I'm a drumming' We just put in the work like a jumper My dawg in heat, this bitch a humper He not in the zone, he ain't in his comfort Jamaican bitch, keep shaking the rumper I don't got size, just like an [?] Real street nigga, I ain't gon' hold you Section 8, had the .38 notice At the home, I water like aerobics At the home, I add water like I'm Moses I told that bitch "Get Out!", no hypnosis Skub' taking percs, now he gotta hurl Two-tone Glock, this Sharkboy and Lavagirl Got a bad bitch, I know she a problem girl Real street nigga, we up and we hit the Drac Y'all just found out that nigga been a fake I can see us holding hands, I don't listen to Justin Timberlake I took a bitch on a trip like Ella Mai Hoodie on, look like I'm boutta meditate I'm a real nigga, you know I don't take favors I hit on a bitch, you know I ain't save her He in the fast lane, I call him Dash Dame Two fat bitches, I'm getting their waist trained Two Glocks on my side, I'm Tomb Raider Never had a heart, I might shoot an eighth grader