Surgical (feat. Blxck Hexrt Mxnte)
Bitch
I been the goat what the fuck is you talking bout Smoke another ounce
We roll so good you see colors now
Catch him on the ground
Never packing knuckles out
Forever rapping to the crowd
You're bitch treason take her now
Waking baking custom out
Bitch I really can't give up
I been in my fucking circle that girl say
She booted up took that bitch to the truck
Did my thang I drop her off
Pinky ring the colors gloss anything for my money huh
You want 10s 50s 100s
Falling out you're pocket huh
You tired of being broke
You want everything you own
Getting fired from you're job really got you thinking cold
I'll tell you one thing I'll rather die then end up broke and old
Don't need friends just need some dough
My guess is practical
This shit had to happen this ain't surgical
Pistol packing get you packed up in a fucking box
Ima get rich and go buy me loft
Niggas be killing I bodied the cops
We pad the roof but I took that shit off
Hurting my sleeve keep it on lock
Bitch ima beast bitch ima boss
I'm ready to eat I can't take a loss
You know that I'm up I'm taking the win
And if I fuck up I won't do it again
And shoutout kaymeeche that's really my twin
She in a bikini She can't be my friend
Yuh damn one more time for the fam
Head fucked up hit shit like rim
Running from the flow out the motherfucking damn
I don't really think niggas know who I am
Ima big shark lil nigga I swim
Big mouth fast lil nigga you a clown
Wrist too fast lil nigga get slammed
Bullet too long lil nigga I'm pitch
I been the goat what the fuck is you talking bout Smoke another ounce
We roll so good you see colors now
Catch him on the ground
Never packing knuckles out
Forever rapping to the crowd
You're bitch treason take her now
Waking baking custom out
Bitch I really can't give up
I been in my fucking circle that girl say
She booted up took that bitch to the truck
Did my thang I drop her off
Pinky ring the colors gloss anything for my money huh
You want 10s 50s 100s
Falling out you're pocket huh
You tired of being broke
You want everything you own
Getting fired from you're job really got you thinking cold
I'll tell you one thing I'll rather die then end up broke and old
Don't need friends just need some dough
My guess is practical
This shit had to happen this ain't surgical
Pistol packing get you packed up in a fucking box
Ima get rich and go buy me loft
Niggas be killing I bodied the cops
We pad the roof but I took that shit off
Hurting my sleeve keep it on lock
Bitch ima beast bitch ima boss
I'm ready to eat I can't take a loss
You know that I'm up I'm taking the win
And if I fuck up I won't do it again
And shoutout kaymeeche that's really my twin
She in a bikini She can't be my friend
Yuh damn one more time for the fam
Head fucked up hit shit like rim
Running from the flow out the motherfucking damn
I don't really think niggas know who I am
Ima big shark lil nigga I swim
Big mouth fast lil nigga you a clown
Wrist too fast lil nigga get slammed
Bullet too long lil nigga I'm pitch
Credits
Writer(s): Ulises Escamilla
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