Battle Tendency (feat. NascarBucci)
She play the reminder when she show up I don't need it
If we don't relate I cut em off like I ain't see shit
Niggas on my wave ask to myself like is they see sick
Posted with my problems I stay tokin' I'm a fiend when
When I cannot recollect try to forget about my last
I live in the next they cannot keep up they still in the past
Ye we got em semis get the bust if he try cross the gang
She came in with you she leave with us ye she ran through the gang
Grind like I ain't had shit
Pump in the trunk I need more sticks
Don't know who to trust I keep my blick
Gas in the blunt know that's the fix
Keep the fake shit under the mat like dirt, Lil Durk No Auto
Got him singing off this Mac high notes like it's soprano
Your main see me she get freaky it ain't Friday
Manifest it all the homies goin' be up ye I pray
See I pulled up, pull up to the party I'm with Nascar
They been dissing on me but i know that they aint that hard
I been throwing hunnids in my pocket a black card
Pull up to my spot i'm off that snow guess imma blast off
I don't act a fool when I'm in the streets
Don't know when the opps around gotta keep my heat
I don't fight over petty shit I keep it clean
Yea my bitch she been trippin' she gon' make a scene
Yeah water my wrist
Double C's on my bitch
Don't come around if you ain't with the shits
Why you niggas mad man these niggas haters
I don't talk my shit if it ain't bout the paper yeah
If we don't relate I cut em off like I ain't see shit
Niggas on my wave ask to myself like is they see sick
Posted with my problems I stay tokin' I'm a fiend when
When I cannot recollect try to forget about my last
I live in the next they cannot keep up they still in the past
Ye we got em semis get the bust if he try cross the gang
She came in with you she leave with us ye she ran through the gang
Grind like I ain't had shit
Pump in the trunk I need more sticks
Don't know who to trust I keep my blick
Gas in the blunt know that's the fix
Keep the fake shit under the mat like dirt, Lil Durk No Auto
Got him singing off this Mac high notes like it's soprano
Your main see me she get freaky it ain't Friday
Manifest it all the homies goin' be up ye I pray
See I pulled up, pull up to the party I'm with Nascar
They been dissing on me but i know that they aint that hard
I been throwing hunnids in my pocket a black card
Pull up to my spot i'm off that snow guess imma blast off
I don't act a fool when I'm in the streets
Don't know when the opps around gotta keep my heat
I don't fight over petty shit I keep it clean
Yea my bitch she been trippin' she gon' make a scene
Yeah water my wrist
Double C's on my bitch
Don't come around if you ain't with the shits
Why you niggas mad man these niggas haters
I don't talk my shit if it ain't bout the paper yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Giovanni Carolus
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