[Intro]
(Y2, is that you?)
(2Ezzy on some other shit)
(Aha, I miss you, Bryce)
[Chorus]
What she take me for? (Bah)
Drugs, I need more (Beep-beep)
Cash, I need more of that (Yeah)
Spazz, chopper on your ass (Yeah)
Catch, chop 'em way too fast (Beep)
Skrrt, two-hundred on dash
Live your life until you crash
She wanna call back (Yeah)
Too many problems (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), I need to relax
My niggas blood but my pockets on some crip shit (Yeah)
Came out the mud, this that real spider business
Don't up that stick unless you know that you gon' hit shit (Fah, yeah, fah-fah, yeah)
Don't up that stick unless you know that you gon' blitz shit (Yeah, yeah)
I got love for my partners and they still selling bricks, bitch
[Verse]
You see the demon in my eyes (Yeah)
Baby girl, I hope we alright
I don't really wanna fight tonight (Yeah)
I don't really wanna— (Brrt, brrt, brrt), yeah
What you see in me, uh, tell the gang just how I be, uh
She like choosing sides so I don't know if I can keep her (Yeah, yeah)
You not really with the shits, uh
I had to get me a new stick, uh
They telling me, "Faygo, you sick," uh-huh
Boy what you gon' do with that blick, huh?
You not even shooting this shit, yeah
I'm overdrive, ho, I'm a pimp
Shawty get down and she lick on my dick
My nigga gon blast so I cannot slip
What you say, lil' whore? (Skrrt), Keep it to yourself
Take his head off, that boy ain't get no bread, woah
I'm off frenzies (Blick)
Yeah, woah, don't get stretched, woah
She like sex, woah, I like checks, yeah (Yeah)
They said I'm next up
I'm tryna get the whole way up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna run up my riches
Yes, you know I never lovin' that bitch
Trying not to put that boy in a ditch
How the fuck the money comin' like this?
How the fuck a nigga never miss?
I don't know, nigga, in his element
Got my foot on the pedal, go
[Chorus]
What she take me for? (Bah)
Drugs, I need more (Beep-beep)
Cash, I need more of that
Spazz, chopper on your ass (Yeah)
Catch, chop 'em way too fast (Brrt)
Skrrt, two-hundred on dash (Yeah)
Live your life until you crash
She wanna call back (Yeah)
Too many problems (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), I need to relax
My niggas blood but my pockets on some crip shit (Yeah)
Came out the mud, this that real spider business
Don't up that stick unless you know that you gon' hit shit (Fah, yeah, fah-fah, yeah)
Don't up that stick unless you know that you gon' blitz shit (Yeah, yeah)
I got love for my partners and they still selling bricks, bitch
