Ayy, like real shit, man, a nigga I can't be shootin', it's gettin' blood on my Giuseppe's and shit Nigga, you do that shit, ayy Rollin' that piff, ayy Put that tool on that chick, ayy Ya, ya, ya tryna think of something With this dope production, acting like it’s nothing, youngin on the come up, I don’t just talk, I run up, Not just a snitch , you a son of bitch Sucking on the dick, While I rubbing on her clit Now I coming on her tits Now if y’all ain’t fuck with this I ain’t give no shits Pull up with the tech Milli on the neck Nutting on the chest She cleaning up the rest Couple hunnid stacks With the 2 AKs Put em back to back Yea That’s a mistake Tryna pull up on me Rock the H Tommy Yea Your chick she want me But you left her musty Your lips be hella crusty Pulling up like KD Your girl be hella shady She want my babies She ain’t want your fakies Ayy, like real shit, man, a nigga I can't be shootin', it's gettin' blood on my Giuseppe's and shit Nigga, you do that shit, ayy Rollin' that piff, ayy Put that tool on that chick, ayy Ya, ya, ya