Clash

[Verse]

(Yeah)

I'ma be at the goal right with you (Ha)

Spark, we can get up with you (Nah)

Now I tell that ho to shut up, listen (Brree, blick)

Your ho, she suck my dick like she got lisp

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Hold up, had to make that bag (Ha)

Hold up, I'm in my bag

Had to make a pitstop to the cash (Yeah)

These niggas playin' with me right now

How you running, you comin' in last?

Yeah, let that choppa go blast

Leave that nigga up in the past (We love you, Tecca, yeah)

Leave that nigga up in the grass

Choppa make him dance

They like, "You grew up too fast"

No, I had to get off my ass

Run that pack, like dash

Smoking on good exotic gas (Blick)

Glock give the boy a rash

Promise you don't wanna clash

Been balling, feel like Nash

I'ma hit me a lick like "Yeah"

I'm hit on a ho like, yeah

Make her say, "Yeah", (Yeah), yeah

All-black, mysterious, yeah

Lil' bro, you can't be serious (No)

These lil' niggas delirious

Hop in that whip and then kill a queer

I didn't mean to hurt you, tears (Blick)

Yeah, ha-ha-ha

Tell that ho, "Bye-bye"

Fuck her, then kick her out my house (Yeah)

These fake ass niggas tryna reach out

Lil' Faygo had to stop that simpin' and pimp it out (Brree-rree)

Took the top off (Skrrt), I'm sending top back

I still see that nigga flexin', tell that nigga stop that (Woah, woah)

These lil' niggas, they simp (Ooh)

Pussy boy, don't get killed by a pussy, that ain't even worth the kill

She said "Faygo, you too real"

And I'ma be at the goal right with you (Ha)

Yeah, I'ma get up with you

Hop a nigga up, that lil' stick with you, yeah

Lil' fat nigga, ain't no pitchin'

Yeah, knock a nigga out the picture

Tell me, who the fuck gon' miss you?

Nigga, please don't cry, I don't keep tissues (Yeah)