[Verse 1] Sick of bitch niggas from the city with that rappin' Huh, they know I make it happen, I ain't rappin' Uh, uh, I'm on dope pack, bitch, and I'm actin' Yeah, he'll diss me, bitch, and I smashed him Pop your top with that, it's up and stashed, it can't sow back together Bitch, I do you dirty, come through swervin' with that black Beretta Rolling Loud, one million dollar cash, what 'bout Coachella? I want that shit that make you flash 'cause it smoke better Racks on a nigga, ho, racks, I just do it better Racks, that lil' nigga broke, I put his ass on top the stretcher I'll rob you on the second time I met you, bitch Talk 'bout beefin', when I meet you, greet you with a blitz
[Chorus] Man, I hate a pussy nigga Huh, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga Huh, pussy boy, I see you lookin', nigga I had them young niggas in your yard waitin' in your bushes, nigga Youngin pop out wavin' with the rod and he tryna cook a nigga I'ma act bad and I'm gon' flash off these dirty jiggas Get in my feelings 'bout my cousin and we murder niggas I'ma get him zipped straight off the rip, that's if he swervin' with you Claim that he red, know who he is, you got 'em servin' with you I'm a big truck, what? Roll off them pills inside the field, I cannot slip up We don't give no fucks, nigga play, we tryna kill somethin' Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mama, "Let me feel somethin'"
[Verse 2] I really be doin' them things that them niggas 'personatin' Them pussy niggas, they ain't 'bout nothin' and they some soldier hatin' I'll rob you, bitch, I'll shoot you, bitch, I'll jack you out your paper Take all my chains off, jumped in with five, I'm tryna face 'em I don't trust no bitch, no I know that that ho gon' fuck on anybody lit around Know I'm with that shit, come from that trench, pullin' kick doors They won't let me ball, they wanna see a nigga fall down Want me to help 'em out or slit my throat because they been broke
[Chorus] Man, I hate a pussy nigga Huh, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga Huh, pussy boy, I see you lookin', nigga I had them young niggas in your yard waitin' in your bushes, nigga Youngin pop out wavin' with the rod and he tryna cook a nigga I'ma act bad and I'm gon' flash off these dirty jiggas Get in my feelings 'bout my cousin and we murder niggas I'ma get him zipped straight off the rip, that's if he swervin' with you Claim that he red, know who he is, you got 'em servin' with you I'm a big truck, what? Roll off them pills inside the field, I cannot slip up We don't give no fucks, nigga play, we tryna kill somethin' Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mama, "Let me feel somethin'"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
