Predicament (feat. LouHunnids)
Found myself in a predicament
Got your bitch on my dick and she sit on it
Niggas still on that Bape and that Nike shit
B.B Simon, Givenchy I shit on it
I might pull up and mack on your wifey bitch
Keep a strap on my hip on some dykey shit
Niggas sneak on the low on some dicey shit
See a bag and you know I'm 'gon get on it
Flash, paparazzi
Finna blow soon, Kamikaze
Got your bitch on on my dick now she stalking
Got balenci my feet just for walking
Break a couple necks when I walk in
Blew a couple racks, shopping
Nigga check my stats, I'm popping
Whip whip whip, my wrist is locking
Bling bling wrist gleam
Ever since I was a youngin you know that I had a dream
But I'll still call up some shooters, put you on a TV screen
Bitch off a bean, no self esteem
Shout out to Lou yeah that bitch for the team
Stacking this green really show how they switch up
Gag on the dick and she burp, thats a hiccup
Wipe off my shit, told her clean all that spit up
Nigga talk down a good way to get hit up
Bands in my pants so when I walk it heavy
Just ate some dinner but a nigga still feel empty
Found myself in a predicament
Got your bitch on my dick and she sit on it
Niggas still on that Bape and that Nike shit
B.B Simon, Givenchy I shit on it
I might pull up and mack on your wifey bitch
Keep a strap on my hip on some dykey shit
Niggas sneak on the low on some dicey shit
See a bag and you know I'm 'gon get on it
Shotties on shotties, I bust at your body
Scotty too hottie, she hot like wasabi
I don't wan' cuff, cause that bitch got some mileage
But her pussy wet, that shit wet like tsunami
I look round and see all these people they changing
I look round and see people not what they seem
But I just been focused on doing this music shit
I just been focused on bettering me
Found myself in a predicament
Got your bitch on my dick and she sit on it
Niggas still on that Bape and that Nike shit
B.B Simon, Givenchy I shit on it
I might pull up and mack on your wifey bitch
Keep a strap on my hip on some dykey shit
Niggas sneak on the low on some dicey shit
See a bag and you know I'm 'gon get on it
Dance, I make her dance like she Brittany
Bitch I brought my spear, incase that fuck boy fuck with me
Snipe, we snipe em out of the air
If you talk shit bout my gang just know that we don't play fair
Whole lotta red, but I'm seeing blue
I eat her poonani, yeah eat on my dick like its soup
And she wanna blow the team, she playin us like we the flute
But I be balling like a knick, you know what I do
You know what I do in the coupe with your boo
I chop off the top and I ride with no roof
Diamonds on me got me sick like the flu
Gorilla this clip we be smoking that glue
Big stick yea that shit let it hit
Got a big brick yea that bitch do a trick
6"6 bitch I feel like I'm Critch
Hit a quick lick then I flooded the wrist
You don't know me you just know bout the gang
We go bang bang when we see its a snitch
Double cup I be pouring the mud
Got me fucked up when I'm fucking your bitch
Jay Critch Im swerving, hitting licks on purpose
Touch me like a touch down, like a fourth down no lurking
Big bands been working, cant call no service
Don't hit me 'less your check green, we cant talk to them we working
Got your bitch on my dick and she sit on it
Niggas still on that Bape and that Nike shit
B.B Simon, Givenchy I shit on it
I might pull up and mack on your wifey bitch
Keep a strap on my hip on some dykey shit
Niggas sneak on the low on some dicey shit
See a bag and you know I'm 'gon get on it
Flash, paparazzi
Finna blow soon, Kamikaze
Got your bitch on on my dick now she stalking
Got balenci my feet just for walking
Break a couple necks when I walk in
Blew a couple racks, shopping
Nigga check my stats, I'm popping
Whip whip whip, my wrist is locking
Bling bling wrist gleam
Ever since I was a youngin you know that I had a dream
But I'll still call up some shooters, put you on a TV screen
Bitch off a bean, no self esteem
Shout out to Lou yeah that bitch for the team
Stacking this green really show how they switch up
Gag on the dick and she burp, thats a hiccup
Wipe off my shit, told her clean all that spit up
Nigga talk down a good way to get hit up
Bands in my pants so when I walk it heavy
Just ate some dinner but a nigga still feel empty
Found myself in a predicament
Got your bitch on my dick and she sit on it
Niggas still on that Bape and that Nike shit
B.B Simon, Givenchy I shit on it
I might pull up and mack on your wifey bitch
Keep a strap on my hip on some dykey shit
Niggas sneak on the low on some dicey shit
See a bag and you know I'm 'gon get on it
Shotties on shotties, I bust at your body
Scotty too hottie, she hot like wasabi
I don't wan' cuff, cause that bitch got some mileage
But her pussy wet, that shit wet like tsunami
I look round and see all these people they changing
I look round and see people not what they seem
But I just been focused on doing this music shit
I just been focused on bettering me
Found myself in a predicament
Got your bitch on my dick and she sit on it
Niggas still on that Bape and that Nike shit
B.B Simon, Givenchy I shit on it
I might pull up and mack on your wifey bitch
Keep a strap on my hip on some dykey shit
Niggas sneak on the low on some dicey shit
See a bag and you know I'm 'gon get on it
Dance, I make her dance like she Brittany
Bitch I brought my spear, incase that fuck boy fuck with me
Snipe, we snipe em out of the air
If you talk shit bout my gang just know that we don't play fair
Whole lotta red, but I'm seeing blue
I eat her poonani, yeah eat on my dick like its soup
And she wanna blow the team, she playin us like we the flute
But I be balling like a knick, you know what I do
You know what I do in the coupe with your boo
I chop off the top and I ride with no roof
Diamonds on me got me sick like the flu
Gorilla this clip we be smoking that glue
Big stick yea that shit let it hit
Got a big brick yea that bitch do a trick
6"6 bitch I feel like I'm Critch
Hit a quick lick then I flooded the wrist
You don't know me you just know bout the gang
We go bang bang when we see its a snitch
Double cup I be pouring the mud
Got me fucked up when I'm fucking your bitch
Jay Critch Im swerving, hitting licks on purpose
Touch me like a touch down, like a fourth down no lurking
Big bands been working, cant call no service
Don't hit me 'less your check green, we cant talk to them we working
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Writer(s): Erick Garofolo
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