In UR Face
Cut the check
Fuck your ex
Now you fucking with the best
If you feel you got a problem baby say it with your chest
Ima get a bag
Make a pussy nigga mad
Oooo damn
Ima take his girl we gon leave his ass
I don't fuck with broke niggas nah that's a hard pass
Last year you wasn't fucking with me now you want my ass
Bitch please
You ain't fucking with my team
Got a couple bad bitches with some peaches in their jeans
We in the car with it
Going hard with it
Push to start with it
Bitches wanna talk shit but I'm really with it
And your nigga on my shit yeah he on it nigga
Got these bitches irritated yes I am the trigger
Put my middle finger up all up in your face
I don't really give a fuck all these bitches fake
All these bitches try to do it try to imitate
I'm tired of seeing demons that's why every night I pray
All these lying ass hyenas be mistaking me for prey
Blue check verified he said he did it but he lied
When I run up on these niggas they gon really wish they died
When I come up in the stu all these niggas get the boot
Spitting fire yeah I'm hot I be flaming for the crew
Real pretty nigga smoking on that shatter
Ima take my shot your opinion do not matter
If your daddy got that sugar baby put it on a platter
As long as he got dough I don't care if he got that CATA-
RACKS bands loot in a duffle
So black cookouts might just do the Cupid shuffle
You are what you eat that's why I'm licking that muscle
He said this ass so good it tastes like 5 star truffle
These bitches tripping and I don't mean on acid
Give me the blunt Cheif Cherokee I'm not passing
So fly these niggas should call me Hermes
You tryna break out but all you got is herpes
You bitches old news broke down just like herbie
My bitches titties perky
You lame niggas urky
Real skinny nigga so you can call me jerky
Got my head in the clouds so I know I'm not a earthling
Sexy nigga in the mirror I'm observing
Shit yes
Everyone I roll with you know they be riding
You and your peoples be snitching be lying
I do not fuck with that fake shit
Please get the fuck out my face bitch
If you ain't touching 3 bands a day
You can't even fuck with my face
You is so basic
I don't even know why I'm wasting my time
I'm on my grind
Tell that weak ass nigga stay off my line
You in ya feelings
I'm in ya face
Thinking you running
But you ain't in the race
Uppercut to the jaw refresh your pallet to the taste
Not hairy but your boy is wilder than the beast
Baby stop talking shit when I get up in them sheets
You stay snitching call my niggas you call the police
Every day I'm getting money and hope it will never cease
When they pass me the blunt I hit the ooo cause I'm a chief
Cut the check
Fuck your ex
Now you fucking with the best
If you feel you got a problem baby say it with your chest
Blue check verified she said she did it but she lied
When I run up on these bitches they gon really wish they died
Ima get a bag
Make a pussy nigga mad
Ooo damn
Ima take his girl we gon leave his ass
When I come up in the stu all these bitches get the boot
Spitting fire yeah I'm hot I be flaming for the crew
Get a bag get a bag (Is you spending or nah)
Fuck your ex
Now you fucking with the best
If you feel you got a problem baby say it with your chest
Ima get a bag
Make a pussy nigga mad
Oooo damn
Ima take his girl we gon leave his ass
I don't fuck with broke niggas nah that's a hard pass
Last year you wasn't fucking with me now you want my ass
Bitch please
You ain't fucking with my team
Got a couple bad bitches with some peaches in their jeans
We in the car with it
Going hard with it
Push to start with it
Bitches wanna talk shit but I'm really with it
And your nigga on my shit yeah he on it nigga
Got these bitches irritated yes I am the trigger
Put my middle finger up all up in your face
I don't really give a fuck all these bitches fake
All these bitches try to do it try to imitate
I'm tired of seeing demons that's why every night I pray
All these lying ass hyenas be mistaking me for prey
Blue check verified he said he did it but he lied
When I run up on these niggas they gon really wish they died
When I come up in the stu all these niggas get the boot
Spitting fire yeah I'm hot I be flaming for the crew
Real pretty nigga smoking on that shatter
Ima take my shot your opinion do not matter
If your daddy got that sugar baby put it on a platter
As long as he got dough I don't care if he got that CATA-
RACKS bands loot in a duffle
So black cookouts might just do the Cupid shuffle
You are what you eat that's why I'm licking that muscle
He said this ass so good it tastes like 5 star truffle
These bitches tripping and I don't mean on acid
Give me the blunt Cheif Cherokee I'm not passing
So fly these niggas should call me Hermes
You tryna break out but all you got is herpes
You bitches old news broke down just like herbie
My bitches titties perky
You lame niggas urky
Real skinny nigga so you can call me jerky
Got my head in the clouds so I know I'm not a earthling
Sexy nigga in the mirror I'm observing
Shit yes
Everyone I roll with you know they be riding
You and your peoples be snitching be lying
I do not fuck with that fake shit
Please get the fuck out my face bitch
If you ain't touching 3 bands a day
You can't even fuck with my face
You is so basic
I don't even know why I'm wasting my time
I'm on my grind
Tell that weak ass nigga stay off my line
You in ya feelings
I'm in ya face
Thinking you running
But you ain't in the race
Uppercut to the jaw refresh your pallet to the taste
Not hairy but your boy is wilder than the beast
Baby stop talking shit when I get up in them sheets
You stay snitching call my niggas you call the police
Every day I'm getting money and hope it will never cease
When they pass me the blunt I hit the ooo cause I'm a chief
Cut the check
Fuck your ex
Now you fucking with the best
If you feel you got a problem baby say it with your chest
Blue check verified she said she did it but she lied
When I run up on these bitches they gon really wish they died
Ima get a bag
Make a pussy nigga mad
Ooo damn
Ima take his girl we gon leave his ass
When I come up in the stu all these bitches get the boot
Spitting fire yeah I'm hot I be flaming for the crew
Get a bag get a bag (Is you spending or nah)
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Writer(s): William Cox
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