[Intro]
Solo rapping n***a
Look

[Verse 1]
This bitch wants some work
That’s why she tryna flirt
Her hands in my pants
She wants my hand up her skirt
She topping so lovely
While I'm speeding make me skirt
She my lil' bitch but if she leave I won’t be hurt
Now cause I don’t got bitches
Bitches got me
She said she got man
Well bitch it’s not me
They say they don’t catch feelings
But they always hock me
I run it up and watch my n***as copy
Bitches tryna clock me
But I'm only out here cheating with the street
Getting money I ain’t creeping in these streets
I ain’t beefing in the tweets
Sad to say I'm still beefing in the streets
Why I gotta keep a heater in my brief
But right now it’s on the dresser
She up in ma briefs
Got that [?]
I call he never speak
Cause her n***a not ma man he a fan
She don’t want his ass to find out
I be slaying
I just fuck when he at work work work work work
I hope he don’t perp perp perp perp perp
I will fold him in a dirt dirt dirt dirt dirt
He slow he [?]
Shoot him in the head one time for the one time
Diss me ima swing fuck a punchline
Fuck school time I was hungry in the lunch time
And now a n***a eatin good like it’s lunchtime
And the squad all up nah really tho
Go be the realest n***a running through your city tho
And we be cooling we don’t trip I'm not skinny tho
Come up to a lock take your bitch I'm popping tho
Bitches love a n***a tho now cause the buzz up
When he was broke remember they ain’t never loved us
Bitches in the club showing love they woke up
Like that’s will flight down like shawty like you real tight
Say you wanna club probly wanna have a real night
I'm like what we doing she like whatever you feel like
And she had a ass in a dress that was real tight
I don’t think she plotting but I'm watching cause she still might
So we left the club tell her we go have a chill night
Took her to the squad house
And gave her ass some real pipe
It’s time to block her number now shawty ain’t the chill type
Rather text me everyday now I know she real type