Whatchamacallit

Dirty clips on everything, up this curry then I shoot
Luh Tyler only 17 drinking 1942

I'm a real trap nigga, baby I'm so used to ballin'
Catch me hoppin' out that whats-ha-name, smoking whatchamacallit
Neck and wrist it come from Johnny Dang, I'm wet up like a faucet
Like a dentist I be flossing, stuffing racks off in my closet

Stuffing racks off in my closet, chasing racks, bitch I'm exhausted
He want a fee, just know it's costing
Go throw a pack, lil bro nem moss it
Boy you ain't tryna get no cake, man I swear these niggas lost it
My bitches mean, oh yea they bossy
Racks in my jeans, bitch I be saucin'

Ain't no discussion, do no cuffing
Flip a hoe, then Tyler toss em
Bullets drumming like percussion, opps play dead just like a possum
You know we strapped up in the field
Just like a stripper, up them poles
Shit I buss that F&N or Baby Draco

Yeah, make yo' face go
Bullets hot, they Fuego
I wake up and chose dough, you wake up and chase hoes
You talking bout bands, I make those
They be trying to take my flow
They drop them bands, we hit the road
Yeah, rock out at my shows
Yeah, pop out with that dope nigga, racks in my jeans
Took a nigga bitch he sick, like he ain't take the vaccine
No I ain't know about these jits, but we gon' bring that bag in
I got like 20 stuffed up in my jeans, that's why I'm saggin'

Matte black Lambo filled with ammo, this is not a fuckin' rental
We tote cutta's like some scissors
Draw down with legends like a pencil
Infra-red to his head, pop a pussy like a menstrual
Gimme head, spread them legs
Beat that pussy, instrumental
Dirty clips on everything, up this curry then I shoot
Luh Tyler only 17 drinking 1942
Good thot hoes suck and fuck the gang
Told that bitch to chew the crew
Persona money what I bang, show you what that money do
I'm a real trap nigga, baby I'm so used to ballin'
Catch me hoppin' out that whats-ha-name, smoking whatchamacallit
Neck and wrist it come from Johnny Dang, I'm wet up like a faucet
Like a dentist I be flossing, stuffing racks off in my closet

Stuffing racks off in my closet, chasing racks, bitch I'm exhausted
He want a fee, just know it's costing
Go throw a pack, lil bro nem moss it
Boy you ain't tryna get no cake, man I swear these niggas lost it
My bitches mean, oh yea they bossy
Racks in my jeans, bitch I be saucin'

Infra-red to his head, pop a pussy like a menstrual
Gimme head, spread them legs
Beat that pussy, instrumental
Dirty clips on everything, up this curry then I shoot
Luh Tyler only 17 drinking 1942

They drop them bands, we hit the road
Yeah, rock out at my shows
Yeah, pop out with that dope nigga, racks in my jeans
Took a nigga bitch he sick, like he ain't take the vaccine
No I ain't know about these jits, but we gon' bring that bag in