Self Revive
[Intro]
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Let's go
[Chorus]
Fixed his mouth to say my name, that lil' boy bold as hell
On a jail call, he making disses from a holding cell
Ain't beefin' with no rat, no, that shit backwards, bitch, you known to tell
Cray-Cray, know that be my favorite strand, know we still smokin'—
Show you how to work the backseat, already know this shit get nasty
The fuck I look like cuffin' a BBL? That shit is just too much plastic
I don't really be with all the talkin', come on, pussy, make it happen
He a junkie, catch him walkin', I won't miss, stick automatic
[Verse]
She asked me what I want for my birthday, I told her I want a Drac'
N***a dissin', got hit up the worst way, turned into a plate
He got caught lackin', tried to grab his gun, uh-uh, boy, it's too late
He ain't take it serious, he tried to self-revive, this not a game
Pussy n***a ain't havin' aim, take your bitch ass to the range
N***a be runnin' his mouth, ain't never did shit, he somethin' like Charlamagne
I'm already knowin' this ho wanna fuck a young n***a, why the fuck you startin' game?
Ain't been startin' no beef, but a n***a gon' crash out to get in our lane
[Chorus]
Fixed his mouth to say my name, that lil' boy bold as hell
On a jail call, he making disses from a holding cell
Ain't beefin' with no rat, no, that shit backwards, bitch, you known to tell
Cray-Cray, know that be my favorite strand, know we still smokin'—
Show you how to work the backseat, already know this shit get nasty
The fuck I look like cuffin' a BBL? That shit is just too much plastic
I don't really be with all the talkin', come on, pussy, make it happen
He a junkie, catch him walkin', I won't miss, stick automatic
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Let's go
[Chorus]
Fixed his mouth to say my name, that lil' boy bold as hell
On a jail call, he making disses from a holding cell
Ain't beefin' with no rat, no, that shit backwards, bitch, you known to tell
Cray-Cray, know that be my favorite strand, know we still smokin'—
Show you how to work the backseat, already know this shit get nasty
The fuck I look like cuffin' a BBL? That shit is just too much plastic
I don't really be with all the talkin', come on, pussy, make it happen
He a junkie, catch him walkin', I won't miss, stick automatic
[Verse]
She asked me what I want for my birthday, I told her I want a Drac'
N***a dissin', got hit up the worst way, turned into a plate
He got caught lackin', tried to grab his gun, uh-uh, boy, it's too late
He ain't take it serious, he tried to self-revive, this not a game
Pussy n***a ain't havin' aim, take your bitch ass to the range
N***a be runnin' his mouth, ain't never did shit, he somethin' like Charlamagne
I'm already knowin' this ho wanna fuck a young n***a, why the fuck you startin' game?
Ain't been startin' no beef, but a n***a gon' crash out to get in our lane
[Chorus]
Fixed his mouth to say my name, that lil' boy bold as hell
On a jail call, he making disses from a holding cell
Ain't beefin' with no rat, no, that shit backwards, bitch, you known to tell
Cray-Cray, know that be my favorite strand, know we still smokin'—
Show you how to work the backseat, already know this shit get nasty
The fuck I look like cuffin' a BBL? That shit is just too much plastic
I don't really be with all the talkin', come on, pussy, make it happen
He a junkie, catch him walkin', I won't miss, stick automatic