Feisty
(专辑: 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