Hide & Seek
[Intro]
Huh, bitch, I'm hoppin' out that
What? Bitch, I'm hoppin' out this— yeah, okay
What up, Jose?
(Jose the Plug)
[Verse]
Hoppin' out the suicide doors doin' homicides
Heard my opp a silverspoon, I'll get his mama robbed
Need at least an M to get my name on that dotted line
They keep askin' 'bout that last opp, oh, he not alive
I ain't took no Ls, still know how to drive
Ain't had pocket change, now I'm poppin' dimes
Up a drum like DJ when it's drama time
Quick to blow that whistle like a ref if he get out of line
They think it's fresh up off the skillet how I'm blowin' chicken
Your bitch the G-O-A-T with it how she blowin' dick
Bet I drop a dollar on him if he owe a cent
Baccarat and zotti my aroma, bitches know the scent
I could sell a bitch a dream like she Coretta Scott
I'm gon' pop if you reachin', boy, you better not
I got sick of my old bitch, new bitch got wetter WAP
I only trust in numbers, I think letters lie
Your bitch eatin' healthy, got her in here pickle blowin'
Bitch could be a dime, I wouldn't spend a nickel on it
Spent four-fifty on a shirt 'cause Virgil scribbled on it
How I'm shittin' on 'em daily, boy, this shit look simple, don't it?
Go against whoever, I don't pick opponents
I don't fuck with Morty, all my Rick is Owens
Chemist in the Lab how I whip up potion
Told your ho I got the mag, showed that bitch a Trojan
I'm tired of oppies playin' hide and seek
Mini Drac' his minivan, I catch that Odyssey
Throw my bitch in 'Lenciaga, she ain't rockin' Pink
ARP go bada-boom, Glock, it go bada-bing
Your bitch in that room hittin' notes, taught her how to sing
Piggies ever ask what I know, tell 'em not a thing
Bougie-ass Glock, keep the pole in designer jeans
You ain't gotta ask what I want, it's the finer things
Okay
Tell a bitch that I looked everywhere, ain't find a fuck to give
Find it funny, I be fuckin' on her, you be fuckin' with her
He gon' fight the Glocky, think I'm racist, I won't touch a n***a
That shit silly as hell
Alright, alright, alright, alright, come on
Got your bitch leaf blowin' 'cause she know I rake pros
Bitch know I'm on, off how she take clothes
Middle finger every pic, bitch, I can't pose
Bitch, I'm plugged in everywhere like some LEGOs, no cap
Make the ho believe in Bigfoot, the sneakers Triple S
Camera, Bnb, your bitch and me, we made a triple-X
Funny, ever since we started beefin', opps been livin' less
I just check my bank account if I get depressed
This shit get heavy, bitch, we pitchin', opps gon' get the press
I already mastered scammin', I might get the 'Rex
I go buy a weapon every time I get a threat
Shit, fuck it, I'm done rappin', bro, no cap, no cap
Huh, bitch, I'm hoppin' out that
What? Bitch, I'm hoppin' out this— yeah, okay
What up, Jose?
(Jose the Plug)
[Verse]
Hoppin' out the suicide doors doin' homicides
Heard my opp a silverspoon, I'll get his mama robbed
Need at least an M to get my name on that dotted line
They keep askin' 'bout that last opp, oh, he not alive
I ain't took no Ls, still know how to drive
Ain't had pocket change, now I'm poppin' dimes
Up a drum like DJ when it's drama time
Quick to blow that whistle like a ref if he get out of line
They think it's fresh up off the skillet how I'm blowin' chicken
Your bitch the G-O-A-T with it how she blowin' dick
Bet I drop a dollar on him if he owe a cent
Baccarat and zotti my aroma, bitches know the scent
I could sell a bitch a dream like she Coretta Scott
I'm gon' pop if you reachin', boy, you better not
I got sick of my old bitch, new bitch got wetter WAP
I only trust in numbers, I think letters lie
Your bitch eatin' healthy, got her in here pickle blowin'
Bitch could be a dime, I wouldn't spend a nickel on it
Spent four-fifty on a shirt 'cause Virgil scribbled on it
How I'm shittin' on 'em daily, boy, this shit look simple, don't it?
Go against whoever, I don't pick opponents
I don't fuck with Morty, all my Rick is Owens
Chemist in the Lab how I whip up potion
Told your ho I got the mag, showed that bitch a Trojan
I'm tired of oppies playin' hide and seek
Mini Drac' his minivan, I catch that Odyssey
Throw my bitch in 'Lenciaga, she ain't rockin' Pink
ARP go bada-boom, Glock, it go bada-bing
Your bitch in that room hittin' notes, taught her how to sing
Piggies ever ask what I know, tell 'em not a thing
Bougie-ass Glock, keep the pole in designer jeans
You ain't gotta ask what I want, it's the finer things
Okay
Tell a bitch that I looked everywhere, ain't find a fuck to give
Find it funny, I be fuckin' on her, you be fuckin' with her
He gon' fight the Glocky, think I'm racist, I won't touch a n***a
That shit silly as hell
Alright, alright, alright, alright, come on
Got your bitch leaf blowin' 'cause she know I rake pros
Bitch know I'm on, off how she take clothes
Middle finger every pic, bitch, I can't pose
Bitch, I'm plugged in everywhere like some LEGOs, no cap
Make the ho believe in Bigfoot, the sneakers Triple S
Camera, Bnb, your bitch and me, we made a triple-X
Funny, ever since we started beefin', opps been livin' less
I just check my bank account if I get depressed
This shit get heavy, bitch, we pitchin', opps gon' get the press
I already mastered scammin', I might get the 'Rex
I go buy a weapon every time I get a threat
Shit, fuck it, I'm done rappin', bro, no cap, no cap