I Don't Hit It With The Fork

Call MAC100it, you heard me? (58 present the gang)
Khaza (Deluxe) on the way, you heard me?
Out my mind right now
I don't wan' talk, bitch
Hurt people, hurt people
And I'm destroyed on the inside
I'm dropping the raw in the jar
Watching it melt into oil
Same water from the boil

Busting a book of the soft
Ink wrap on the package
Get it in, get it off (Doo)
Breadwinner, I'm a don
Slum Lord in the slums
Grab the towel, put the towel down
Fingertip the Pyrex
Hmm, I'ma lift it with my palm
In the kitchen, I perform
I'm receiving an applause
Trap girl looking on the stove cooking
She think it's cute when I wiggle my arms (Ayy)
General stitched in the dick in my shorts
Taking my lick, I don't know how to talk (I talk)
Nothing like them, I don't know what you saw
Hmm, I don't hit it with the fork
Excuse me, I'm lit, I'm collecting my thoughts
I'm pressure and please don't expect me to call
Shawty bend over, she making it arch
I'm deep in her stomach, I'm making it fart
Supplying that lumber, she told me she love me
I go get the money, I don't get involved
Sluttie, she thugging with me and my dawgs
She loyal, so she 'bout to get a new car
Pop Smoke with it, real dope dealer
Know that if I give a call, then it's war
Bricks of the heroine, making 'em nod
Delivering the issue, distributing far
Soap and a book of Chyna, turn on the blender and hit with a zip of the tar

Sixty-three grams with two in the quarter, Lord
I don't hit it with the fork
Ayy, Gates, I love you homie
You know how to make [?] like mexicano
When I hit your boy with the knife
[?] and his brain can't take it, you know
La Raza
Let's get it

Hmm, I'm a big speaker, I'm really retarded
Say I'm a big eagle, I'm cleared for departure
Switch on a bitch, get a binary trigger
But you ain't know that 'cause you faking and flodging
Pay for the order, they crossing the border
But shoutout to Florida, we posted in Georgia
Went to Jamaica, we hanging with gangsta
But they thought that we went to play in the water
Mixtape dropping, called, "I love my plug"
He love that I'm dating his daughter
Columbian bricks in a secret compartment
Cuban cigars and a shipment of tartar
Moving too fast, how you end up a target
Went slow, beat the show, so I move like a tortoise
Hellcat, vroom, I put it in throttle
Fresh out the car, like nothing, I'm dodging
Back up and rank, I'm a hell of a artist
In San Diego and I'm in a charger
Whoever wan' purchase a feature from me, it ain't free
I'm a street nigga, I gotta charge you
Whoever wan' beef with the king, to proceed you, immediately, you gon' leave in a coffin
Khaza (Deluxe) on the way, tell the label they get in the way
I'ma drop it tomorrow
No longer get in my feelings
I'm like Bryson Tiller, I'm sorry, I am not sorry
Big booty bitch [?]
She wiggle that ass like Ari

Yeah, you ain't gotta extend it
Give me something else to punch on
Wagwan, General