This Beat Hard

Let these niggas front on Insta I don't even come outside
And if I do I'm comin back with paper right now that's just my vibe
Mind yo business speak when spoken to that's how you stay alive
Dancing on the work I got to stretch I hope they stay alive

Slide it to the left and give it 2 hops cha cha slide
Let my nuts hang so my underpants not y'all size
Thinkin bout chips u see it in my eyes
I'm getting wise
She got Fetty Wap between her thighs personality dry

Ain't shit going on but blow sales, fuckin, and getting high
I ain't tryna get rich ima do it if not then ima die
Strap my nuts and bow my head I'm talkin to the sky
Ask god to put his arms around me while I hug the block

Them niggas say I ain't working well I say suck a cock
politicking with the pussy bitch you wanna fuck or not
The boys flicked us and I had blow in my fucking sock
Bottle girls adjust they push bras when we come in the spot

And they keep the shots shooting yea we flush a lot
I'm a Real P Rip pun I still crush a lot
Custy waiting on lodge I'm walking up the block
Why sweat a bitch I got more hoes then a pair of crocs

It's funny niggas only got it when the cameras on
Chugging Don Juli out the glass wit my Spanish jawn
Repasado got her trying to fuck me with her pants
Plug said u scared use a spoon but I'm hands on

And leave yo shoes at the door cuz u ain't staying long
Call my nigga act like it's emergency just play along
I'm sick as fuck I missed a call from the jail phone
I ain't tripping I'm a still send him mail though

I see you trapping is you saving up For bail though
Do u got crack coke crumbs on yo scale though
A million cash race I ain't scared to fail though
Louie skully with the Louie leather on my tailbone

Shaving down a point two It look like bath salt
Spill my cup let it dry it look like asphalt
She said you never spending time it's the cash fault
Purple hanging off my cup not my jeans I rip tags off

I always end up fucking raw I rip the mags off
Niggas ain't got no shame run off with my swag and sauce
I thought I had the blue print To make a man a boss
I thought the answer to my problems was a gram of soft

Turns out they want it hard
Been fuckin up this paper Franklin and Andrew got a scar
Can't even pop shit how I wanna cuz I ain't got a car
But just know my time coming as long as I got a jar

Once I hear that's stove ticking the blood rush in my heart
My wrist working like I went to school for culinary arts
This bitch twerking on the crew her nigga mad don't wanna spark
Bape zippy call PETA I'm pulling fin out the shark nigga