STUCK! (feat. BeatsBySeppo)
I don't give a red fuck, shorty make the bed rock
I ain't playing games, nah' this ain't stand up
I got all the sauces like I'm covered in ketchup
Got a blicky out, you better keep your head tucked
Drop em' in the coffin, yea it's locked and loaded
Sticky situation, yellow tape like Post-It
Too much ammo, clip so bloated
Aim it at your head and then it, too focused
Sit back, relax, yeah just listen and cooperate
Just gotta comply or I'll erase you like it's Watergate
Wah-wah-wah, shut up, this is how I operate
You just might go missing and there's proof there to corroborate
My flow is infinite, rapping in triplet
All of y'all sound the same, I'm getting sick of it
Reaping the benefit, I ain't no hypocrite
Shawty pull up now we bout' to get intimate
Going like a hundred miles over, got the dash stuck
Pockets always full I got my cash up
Everywhere I go I gotta cause another scene and then I flee
And then they calling out for backup
Goin' like a hundred miles over, got the dash stuck
Pockets always full I got my cash up
Everywhere I go I gotta cause another scene and then I flee
And then they calling out for backup
I be mindin' my own business, don't fuckin' talk to me (lil' bitch)
Driving fast, you gonna be last, turn on the nitrous, one two three (go)
Do you wanna go, I ain't messing up this flow, bitch no, don't front on me (yeah sure)
I'm like a rocket, second amendment in my pocket
All I gotta do is cock it then you dead, bitch
I don't give a fuck, you just suck, but you could suck on me
This beat goin' nuts, leave your guts laying out on the street
Flow might hurt ya', feel the inertia pulling you back in the seat
Get a little quiet now, not really tryin' to riot now
Maybe get a lil' break from this heat (too hot)
Goin' like a hundred miles over, got the dash stuck
Always pocket, what the fuck is wrong with me dude
God damn, hey can you help me with this
Goin' like a hundred miles over, got the dash stuck
Pockets always full I got my cash up
Everywhere I go I gotta cause another scene and then I flee
And then they calling out for backup
Goin' like a hundred miles over, got the dash stuck
Pockets always full I got my cash up
Everywhere I go I gotta cause another scene and then I flee
And then they calling out for backup
Fuck
Ugh
Oh my god
What is she messaging me for
Does she not know that I am in the stu'
I'm stuck
I ain't playing games, nah' this ain't stand up
I got all the sauces like I'm covered in ketchup
Got a blicky out, you better keep your head tucked
Drop em' in the coffin, yea it's locked and loaded
Sticky situation, yellow tape like Post-It
Too much ammo, clip so bloated
Aim it at your head and then it, too focused
Sit back, relax, yeah just listen and cooperate
Just gotta comply or I'll erase you like it's Watergate
Wah-wah-wah, shut up, this is how I operate
You just might go missing and there's proof there to corroborate
My flow is infinite, rapping in triplet
All of y'all sound the same, I'm getting sick of it
Reaping the benefit, I ain't no hypocrite
Shawty pull up now we bout' to get intimate
Going like a hundred miles over, got the dash stuck
Pockets always full I got my cash up
Everywhere I go I gotta cause another scene and then I flee
And then they calling out for backup
Goin' like a hundred miles over, got the dash stuck
Pockets always full I got my cash up
Everywhere I go I gotta cause another scene and then I flee
And then they calling out for backup
I be mindin' my own business, don't fuckin' talk to me (lil' bitch)
Driving fast, you gonna be last, turn on the nitrous, one two three (go)
Do you wanna go, I ain't messing up this flow, bitch no, don't front on me (yeah sure)
I'm like a rocket, second amendment in my pocket
All I gotta do is cock it then you dead, bitch
I don't give a fuck, you just suck, but you could suck on me
This beat goin' nuts, leave your guts laying out on the street
Flow might hurt ya', feel the inertia pulling you back in the seat
Get a little quiet now, not really tryin' to riot now
Maybe get a lil' break from this heat (too hot)
Goin' like a hundred miles over, got the dash stuck
Always pocket, what the fuck is wrong with me dude
God damn, hey can you help me with this
Goin' like a hundred miles over, got the dash stuck
Pockets always full I got my cash up
Everywhere I go I gotta cause another scene and then I flee
And then they calling out for backup
Goin' like a hundred miles over, got the dash stuck
Pockets always full I got my cash up
Everywhere I go I gotta cause another scene and then I flee
And then they calling out for backup
Fuck
Ugh
Oh my god
What is she messaging me for
Does she not know that I am in the stu'
I'm stuck
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Horton
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