Ain't Tryna Talk

It's Rango, bitch, and I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna fucking stack
Bitches tweakin, make me pour up Wock I love to sip on yacc, look
I been acting up 'cause I been off that Act
The way we pulled up in that Beamer like we damn near just had macked
Casamigos, got like seven freak hoes hanging out the SCAT
We in that pit, I'm smoking wheezy, steady clutching on this MAC

Cause I'm on bullshit
Arabs with me clutching full clips
Don't play 'round, we spray rounds in yo' body leaving it full, bitch
I been bad, that's facts I been acting up since a lil jit
Bad white lil bitch hit my phone like what's good bitch?
Lil Leek with me smoking Za riding through the city flying through the hood, bitch
I roll up some dope, three-point-five it go in a wood, bitch
And now, I'm thinking 'bout stopping the pills and shit like nigga you should bitch

You'll catch me flying through the fucking hood, I'm in some' fast
Ya ain't gon' see me, folks got tints, nigga, plus one-sixty on the dash
Lil bro gon' post up until he smoke something, then fuckin dash
I got a bad bitch and she from Costa Rica, call me dad

Boy, I just poured another fucking four up
Like nigga dam
This a Beamer, bet you probably catch us flying through the land
Plus this a dirty stick, that's why I got two gloves up on my hands
Man, she a dirty bitch, she always tryna fuck when she got mans

I told driver he need to keep spinning
My nigga keep spinning as long as you can
As soon as we done, hop out, on feet
Then split-up, spin through the land
Then do it again, do it again and again
Until we catch one of they mans
And I don't got friends, I only got brothers
We four-five deep in a Benz

And now I got bands, we flexing
Got bad bitches I be texting
I don't be stressing, bro had showed me the Wesson
Shit felt good in my hands
Stick to the plans, nigga don't fold-up, shit go left then that be the end, look
Don't act up then get packed up then get left in the wind

Aye, we got a whole lotta money
And bro got whole lotta Percs
And if you into it with me I put it on God I'm upping it first
And you wanna get up with me just hit up my line and we make it work
We caught him while going to work, I promise that hot shit hurt

If you a bad bitch and you is listening you can just hit up my line for sure



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