(1WayKay, you went off on this bitch)
Phew, yeah, huh
Fuck around, and drop the top on the coupe
Ayy, (yeah, yeah)
Fuck around, and drop the top on the coupe, ayy
762's, tryna knock him out his shoes, ayy
Reach for this chain, fuck around and make the news, ayy
(Reach for this chain, quickest way to get you blew, ayy)
Ten toes, bitch I'm standin' on them 'til the day I'm gone
Would've thought the Glock was full of Runtz, we done made him float
Shitty Boyz, BabyTron, she choosin' if they play a song
Secured the bag, OT, I'm finna take it home
I'm the punch king, you cannot take my throne
This some Creed, hundred dollars when I spray cologne
I don't even know you, why the fuck is you hatin' bro?
Pissed in the club, finna make the strippers rake the floor
Stuffin dick in this bitch mouth, I'm tryna break her throat
Would've thought my parents wasn't human, they done made a goat
Winter time, I'ma throw some money up and make it snow
(Every time you shoot you miss your shot, that's why your ratings low)
Every time you shoot you miss your shot, that's why your ratings low
In the trenches, iced up, shit, forgot I'm famous, bro
Let a clown think shit sweet, we 'gon paint his nose
Margiela steppin', if I trip, I might paint the floor
One man army, but I ride around with six weapons
Do the dash and swing the wide-body, it might get hectic
Unky in the kitchen, cost a band for a wrist lesson
Done sellin' sauces, 10K just for six methods
Ten thousand dollar fit on, walkin' around through the opp shit, huh
They won't touch me though
Half sleep, flyin' off some Wock '
I'm just chillin' in the cockpit, huh
I just drunk a four
I can switch it up, they missin' shit, they blickies glitchin' up
I can't have a bitch around me if she on some iffy stuff
I have this nine flyin' at you, like when Iggy jump
Bitch tryna ride me like a horse, I told her giddy up
You still got a ten, you need to get it up
Wock party, you need five hundred tryna hit a cup
Bob Marley, I'ma face this bitch, you can't hit my blunt
Chopstick, swing around and doot-doot if he feelin' tough
Huh, took his Carti's he was feelin' buff
Ex-bitch losin', seen her out, lookin' hit as fuck
Mike Amiri, newest season, make it hard to drip with us
Pedal pushin', in my triple S's, finna triple up
'Tuh, keep a hammer like I'm Triple H
Wednesday, two o'clock, I'm at Fleming's gettin' steak
Everything heavy, bitch, you playin' with some little pape'
Everything heavy, bitch, you playin' with some lil weight
I was fucked up, they seen me hungry, they can't get a plate
Twelve flicked me, like I hope they know I'm finna get away
Remember bein' fucked up, was prayin' for a bigger play
Bitch I know you see my chain, I'm lookin' like the shit today
Why the ugly hoes always instigate?
Ugly road, bitch talk loose, up it in her face
Been in my bag, you zipped your zipper late
Brodie caught a body in the foreign, finna switch the plates
Phew, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, Shitty Boyz
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Pissed Off - BabyTron
