Beats by Choc
Yeah
Save the hate, I done peeped it from afar
I got the drop on ya like I missed the ball
I know shooters from out here to Wichita
If I had a problem with you, you would know just who ya are
Yeah, y’all so pussy, dodgin’ phone calls
Someone end up shooting you, just know that it’s ya own fault
It’s like you ain’t tryin’ pay the debt and I’m the loan shark
Y’all ain’t got no bite in you, but we know that ya gon’ bark
Put ya to sleep, left ya out cold with some crooked teeth
Used to drug deal, now I make music like I’m Pusha T
‘cept it was weed, molly, roxies, I ain’t push a ki
Same way that my car gon’ use a button, I go super speed
Save the hate, I done peeped it from afar
Got the drop on ya like I missed the ball
I know shooters from out here to Wichita
If I had a problem with you, you would know just who ya are
If you got a problem, homie, say my name
’cause guaranteed that we gon’ do the same
Or we could skip the talk, shots through the brain
We ain’t scared of nobody, mane
And if you’re scared, go to church
We prepared for the worst
Go against the family, put ya on a fuckin’ T-shirt
’cause we here to stay, we don’t care if we was here first
Countin’ 20 racks up at the Palms, I made six before the morn’
COVID got the shows shut out, on her clit where I perform
Travel with some freaks, tattoos on my face like it’s the norm
Play with me and we gon’ turn that vacay to a major storm
Well connected, Viacom, that deposit my alarm
Quarter million in two months, the bank thought it was wire fraud
Guess I’m winnin’ by and large, they admirin’ the cars
I’m admirin’ the work it took to build it up this large
Me and hustle never been in separation
I spent twenty-five hunnid just on dinner reservations
I know some shooters doin’ daily preparations
And for forty-five hunnid, turn your brain to decorations
Don’t get it twisted, just because the clique is full of misfits
Or ’cause I got some spiritual tattoos and I light incense
I still come from ridin’ ’round and totin’ biscuits
Ain’t scared to draw it on ya, you know I’m artistic
Save the hate, I done peeped it from afar
Got the drop on ya like I missed the ball
I know shooters from out here to Wichita
If I had a problem with you, you would know just who ya are
If you got a problem, homie, say my name
’cause guaranteed that we gon’ do the same
Or we could skip the talk, shots through the brain
We ain’t scared of nobody, mane
And if you’re scared, go to church
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