Nic

I feel like last song wasn't a bop so I'm just gonna go solo this one, no features

And i hit a bitch in the back with a chopstick
Run up pull a motherfucking bitch like a chopstick
Oopness, running from the oops, they gon talk shit
Tell them I said run it up with Taki's and with some nic
Young bitch, some nic grabbing all the goodies in the backpack
No chit chat, got to head to my main back
Ain't cool with me ain't cool with you, ice pack
Flash back, can't remember shit with my high ass

Stoner, smoking out the pound, no loner
Foreigner, she trapping me in the corner might warn her
Burr, all this ice on me gets colder
Dairy Queen burger add mustard
Hit it from the back on Sunday, want head, cause a motherfucker staying tired on Monday
Eating up the ass like a buffet, tell me she gon want it longer so i really focus on the foreplay
Eleven twenty-one, November sixth, write this shit, fucker tired, and I'm hating on my life
Seven twenty-one on a school day, want head want head, go to the bathroom the druggies pass by
Wished i pulled up with a whole lot of money, triple white Ferrari, yeah no easter bunny
Bounce on my dick like a bunny, we getting the bread and the crumbs, we be earning young money

Like i was saying, I don't do no drugs
Yuh, Yuh, Sober not a donor, cause i got to keep all the money i earn before puto broker

Bitch in the back with a chopstick
Run up pull a motherfucking bitch like a chopstick
Oopness, running from the oops, they gon talk shit
Tell them I said run it up with Taki's and with some nic
Young bitch, some nic grabbing all the goodies in the backpack
No chit chat, got to head to my main back
Aint cool with me aint cool with you, ice pack
Flash back, can't remember shit with my high ass

Don't see me fight, i feel so sacred like bible
I ain't that nice, pulling out a bigger rifle
Tonto de culo, bullet fly through it go spiral
Fuck you puto, give you my number, no dial
Pick up the strap then i lock up the strap i got bap, bap, bap, bap its a fire
No backfire, with this shit bitch i go higher, you ta-ta-ta tired
I can't expire, kill on your crew Michael Myers
Ride or be dyer, never go easy a fighter, sober will never expire
Bitch you ain't a fucking threat, ill shoot your mans right up his neck
And leave the strap right on his body while i'm baking up some bread
Yeah i break in fucking apocalypse
Drop em no talking, shot your lips
No walking bitch i ain't fucking stopping
Chopper, give it a kiss