Squabble N Rap

[Verse 1] Niggas' bitches choosing 'cause we poppin' now Get up out your feelings and kill it with all that talking loud That boy ain't active, he rappin' 'bout shit he not about Ain't shooting from no seat, bounce out on feet, I'm tryna walk him down (CYOUNG on the beat) I ain't playing 'bout my chicken, where my money, bitch? Jesus is my witness, you get flipped for doing funny shit That last skit, I can’t even rap about what we did Man down, man down, it’s a messy murder on 25th [Chorus] See a opp and get to poppin', that’s all for the bag Said he took a trip through 25th but I'm calling it cap Ain't earned that cape behind his name, I ain't calling him that Ain't really shit to do up in the pen', just squabble and rap My brother died, when we catching suckers, we shooting 'em This nigga just don’t listen, mama don’t know what to do with him Remember they were saying, "Fuck Bandit", no, I ain't cool with 'em And now they like, "I know Bandit, I went to school with him" I be ducking from the police and moving on the low-key 'cause everybody know me (Yeah) The first skit I ever did, I ain't get no sleep Same bitches in my DMs them bitches that used to ghost me Ayy, suckers, they hiding shit, it's 'bout time Let’s wiggle to the south side and leave a nigga outlined I get it cracking on mackin', I'm really 'bout mines Got thirty in a 40, just praying somebody outside [Verse 2] We see a sucker, we gon' pop shots You never hit a opp block, you folded when you got caught The streets is cold, I keep a heater when it’s not hot The suckers want my head just like Buddha, said I'm a Top vibe They think them disses finna hurt me They homies in the dirt deep, lil' mama tryna slurp me You doing shit a nigga did when I was thirteen Bounce out with a hoodie and do my boogie on 1st Street Any nigga wanna squabble can fight the stick Gave the bitch a hug and grabbed her ass, I don't like to kiss I risk it all up for the Benjis, my life is his Your homie died sliding for you, would you slide for him? (CYOUNG on the beat) Lil' bad bitch, she throw good and she fine and shit Free Tc, that on hood, bitch, what’s mine is his It’s all good in the hood every night with Crips Got put on to smoke wood, he don’t slide for shit It's five mags and nine straps, better hide the kids We park up and bounce out, I don't slide to miss You go down in the ground where the fighters is He just cry and don’t slide, it’s just life for him Lil' freak bitch, she eat dick and she nice and thick If you bad and get cash, you my type of bitch And we got switches for lil' bitches who like to snitch Ain't clutch a pole to fight? You gon' lose your life for a flying fish [Chorus] See a opp and get to poppin', that’s all for the bag Said he took a trip through 25th but I'm calling it cap Ain't earned that cape behind his name, I ain't calling him that Ain't really shit to do in the pen, just squabble and rap My brother died, when we catch those suckers, we shooting 'em This nigga just don’t listen, mama don’t know what to do with him Remember they were saying, "Fuck Bandit", no, I ain't cool with 'em And now they like, "I know Bandit, I went to school with him" I be ducking from the police and moving on the low-key 'cause everybody know me The first skit I ever did, I ain't get no sleep Same bitches in my DMs them bitches that used to ghost me Ayy, suckers, they hiding shit, it's 'bout time Let’s wiggle to the south side and leave a nigga outlined I get it cracking on makin', I'm really 'bout mines Got thirty in a 40, just praying somebody outside