Ms.Ross (feat. Lil Lik)

Slut J, turn me up
Ayy, hold on, listen
I ain't John Wick, they come through, I'm killin' for my dawg
Use the Switch, flick that bitch, make him stop and pause

I'm 5'6", they call me Biggs, I'm steppin' like I'm Tall
just wanna ball with my brothers like I'm Lonzo Ball
If he ain't tryna help you, make no racks and that's not your dawg
Told lil' Bro I got him forever, just gotta make that call

Free da 4 they coming home man I hate the law
Hit that room, I'm dead silent like I seen Mary Shaw
ain't the same, I ain't shit like you, bitch, I'm cut from a different cloth
She know I'm young, ain't lie about my age, I be fuckin' adults

Risking my life, hitting blocks, ain't seen what I saw
Thinkin you fucking with my side, boy that's a bad thought
My face cocked too hot, so when I leave, can't take my mask off
You spoke down on gang, so when I see you, you gettin' knocked off

You ain't shit like me, you an imposter, boy, you a knockoff
He mad, cuz this bitch fuckin', man, that's not my fault
It ain't not one worker in the back, but we ain't got no log
Yo Daddy, you aint approve of this shit, you just suck me soft

Bad student, my teacher like, let's get mommy a call
I was freaky as fuck in second grade, I want to fuck Ms. Ross
That's glitter on my dick, but that's just from her lip gloss
I'm the youngest nigga in the room, but I'm the big dawg

In kindergarten, I had your baby sittin' crisscross
I pray I catch you niggas in the group so I can switch y'all
Off a pint of Casamigos, I can't feel a wall
I'ma bring myself, them people never tell me, send a dog

I ain't know that it was beef, I ain't get no call
Riding past the police, putting out my weed
I'm tryna sit up tall, Somerset shopping niggas getting stumped in the mall
Let them niggas party, cuz you know they all finna fall

I ain't fuck with school, I just be tryna work around the law
Fuck around with gang, then you know we all get involved, bitch
I love you cuz you do the small shit
Oh, you ain't never seen no dog shit? These dubs all mine, boo

Look at all this shit, if i ain't young and turnt, then what you call this
You might think Vito work at Starbucks, but bro just loggin' in
Or find a clerk in the store, she let us hit it, we gon' hit again
Security chase me out that store, bitch, I ain't goin in

I hope my cards don't clip, she run us up a ten
Take me To another store, these bitches gettin' spent
Ain't tryna lock in with these hoes, these hoes gettin' hit
I'm tryna lock in on that Road, let's go and take a trip

I be tryna catch a opp, that's why I'm a Flint
And I be tryna catch a top, so I ride with stick
I be out here, takin' risks, I be ridin' with blick
And I ain't pressed about no ho, I can buy a bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch



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Writer(s): Lando Bando
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