Feisty

(альбом: Back Da Fuck Up - 2019)

You not a gangster boy you from the burbs
Talking that shit get you left on the curb
Rolling 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

I wanna hit it from that back while I watch you eat yo friend's pussy
After I'm done fucking 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 pulling on my zipper and her man looking
I put that lean in the pop, you know what I'm sipping its Wock
Every summer I'm hugging the block
What I'm gripping 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 standing over the stove whipping the pot
I turned a brick to a bow, that's what you call turning 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 whipping 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

You not a gangster boy you from the burbs
Talking that shit get you left on the curb
Rolling 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