lastminute

You going down, and I'm up Stacking guap, got a ton None of this shit is a race But if it was, then I won And they tryna catch up But they can't catch us Tryna be like me so bad Get off your ass and make some bucks They can't do it, like I do Two bands on my shoes Find out, where he stay Then we put him on the news Feel like Paris, on his story Way I'm stacking up these blues And you can see it on my face I've never been the type to lose Bitch we up, and you know that we gon' talk about it 'Cause he goin down, and that pussy boy is not about it Bitch we in the back, yeah I'm smoking pressure I'm with c-l-d, and you know we do it better We gon' make that pussy run, where you goin to? Bitch you know that we catch up, so what you gonna do? I'm the bad guy, bitch you know we goin on a hunt Yellow tape around his body so you know that we next up And you get no plays, why you talkin down? I don't wanna hear another word come out your mouth So why and stop it now? It's always what's and how's If that pussy wanna talk then we gon' shut him out And this shit is way too hard, I can't withstand it Me and your bitch made a movie, I'm not talkin lethal weapon Left his body on the floor, I'm doin damage Stick on me, send that boy to God, send him to heaven Red dot up on his face and watch him cry Put a bullet in his chest and watch him die I don't know anymore, bitch I'm givin' up Bitch you outta luck, body in the fuckin truck I'm a reject Get no respect You done fucked up I don't need it I don't give a fuck bout that bitch Hear that pussy talk, leave him in a motherfuckin' ditch I'm with cld, you know that we countin' up, gettin' rich I don't trust no one Cause I know that they gon switch up (Stop, stop) Yeah, fuck crusafix, aye (What?) I don't really like her, she a stupid bitch (Fuck you) That boy talkin down, leave him with some stitches That boy is not with us, he gon' get deleted You going down, and I'm up Stacking guap, got a ton None of this shit is a race But if it was, then I won And they tryna catch up But they can't catch us Tryna be like me so bad Get off your ass and make some bucks They can't do it like I do Two bands on my shoes Find out where he stay Then we put him on the news Feel like paris on his story Way I'm stacking up these blues And you can see it on my face I've never been the type to lose