Rascals (feat. Stunna 4 Vegas)
Bitch!
Bitch I bear my pole
Like I'm Sanford to Son
And we don't stress no heaux's
We just ran through a ton
Aye bitch I'm prolly with them 4s
Everybody gotta gun
She suck it til she snotty nose
She a fool with her tongue
I'm diving in her bacc
Like ugh aye like ugh aye
You see him get him wacc'd
Like broad day
Like broad day
We not going tit for tat
That's not what we on
We could never
She suck the dicc
Till I'm charged like a Tesla
We post the Trapp
From the first til December
She want my son
But his father won't let her
She like, it be the diamonds for me!
Well, it be the... shut the fucc up
And drop down to your knees
We grew up no feelings
Just Pods with the P's
I can cut off a heaux
Give her bacc to the streets
We spark the fire
Hit his mans with the grease
Got kicked out of class
Now I'm fuccin the teacher
Got the game from my brother
Now I'm placing the pieces
If She claim that I'm boujee
I'm just hard to please
(I Am)
Make it just hard to leave me
They like my sons
Yeah they just wanna be me
Pull up new foreign
Just watch how it's beating
Hit a new heauxr
Make em switch like the season
They on one accord, Make em sing like Aretha
New ice on the way, shit I been had a heater
New stick on the way, watch me bat like I'm Jeter
If she come like a Tricc, we'll that's how I'm Treat her
I hit her first night but she not easy
Trying to bite the tip but she not teething
I be in her brains tryna find reason
She be screaming out God but I'm not Jesus
She be giving me Top, and then I'm leaving
I'm trying to get em knocked, I am not beefing
I walk around with a knot on me
I draw some cats and then shots ring
If a Nigga got at me bet I got even
With me for a show bring that glock in
I take your heaux
You bet not bring yo thot in
I make her throw that 4 when I dive in
I got a Whole Lotta Ks like Wisdom
We uh still hop in a rental
Big chop spit venom
Silly thot tryna get in my denim
She eat the D up for Dinner
Bringing me up, he get put in a blender
We the reason he missing his members
He don't use his mind, I put fye on his mental
Fye! Fye!
Fye! Fye!
My lil niggas be itching to slide
I keep this blick on the side of me
I seen some shit with these eyes
You know I get shit lit by a robber
I get em Whacc'd no revive
Ain't got a hat, he can't hop in the ride
Ain't chasing a nat, she get pass to the guys
Bitch I bear my pole
Like I'm Sanford to Son
And we don't stress no heaux's
We just ran through a ton
Aye bitch I'm prolly with them 4s
Everybody gotta gun
She suck it til she snotty nose
She a fool with her tongue
I'm diving in her bacc
Like ugh aye like ugh aye
You see him get him wacc'd
Like broad day, like broad day
We not going tit for tat
That's not what we on
We could never
She suck the dicc
Till I'm charged like a Tesla
We post the Trapp
From the first til December
She want my son
But his father won't let her
Goofass!
She get pass to the bros
If she think she bout to have a seed by the
Hardest (Cold!) young nigga
(We left Lil buddy in the road)
Bitch crazy as h*ll
White sheet
Front Street
Spot the man
Put your fye on a T
What ya saying?
Not
Me!
It's the way that bitch sliding for me
Goof!
Bitch I bear my pole
Like I'm Sanford to Son
And we don't stress no heaux's
We just ran through a ton
Aye bitch I'm prolly with them 4s
Everybody gotta gun
She suck it til she snotty nose
She a fool with her tongue
I'm diving in her bacc
Like ugh aye like ugh aye
You see him get him wacc'd
Like broad day
Like broad day
We not going tit for tat
That's not what we on
We could never
She suck the dicc
Till I'm charged like a Tesla
We post the Trapp
From the first til December
She want my son
But his father won't let her
She like, it be the diamonds for me!
Well, it be the... shut the fucc up
And drop down to your knees
We grew up no feelings
Just Pods with the P's
I can cut off a heaux
Give her bacc to the streets
We spark the fire
Hit his mans with the grease
Got kicked out of class
Now I'm fuccin the teacher
Got the game from my brother
Now I'm placing the pieces
If She claim that I'm boujee
I'm just hard to please
(I Am)
Make it just hard to leave me
They like my sons
Yeah they just wanna be me
Pull up new foreign
Just watch how it's beating
Hit a new heauxr
Make em switch like the season
They on one accord, Make em sing like Aretha
New ice on the way, shit I been had a heater
New stick on the way, watch me bat like I'm Jeter
If she come like a Tricc, we'll that's how I'm Treat her
I hit her first night but she not easy
Trying to bite the tip but she not teething
I be in her brains tryna find reason
She be screaming out God but I'm not Jesus
She be giving me Top, and then I'm leaving
I'm trying to get em knocked, I am not beefing
I walk around with a knot on me
I draw some cats and then shots ring
If a Nigga got at me bet I got even
With me for a show bring that glock in
I take your heaux
You bet not bring yo thot in
I make her throw that 4 when I dive in
I got a Whole Lotta Ks like Wisdom
We uh still hop in a rental
Big chop spit venom
Silly thot tryna get in my denim
She eat the D up for Dinner
Bringing me up, he get put in a blender
We the reason he missing his members
He don't use his mind, I put fye on his mental
Fye! Fye!
Fye! Fye!
My lil niggas be itching to slide
I keep this blick on the side of me
I seen some shit with these eyes
You know I get shit lit by a robber
I get em Whacc'd no revive
Ain't got a hat, he can't hop in the ride
Ain't chasing a nat, she get pass to the guys
Bitch I bear my pole
Like I'm Sanford to Son
And we don't stress no heaux's
We just ran through a ton
Aye bitch I'm prolly with them 4s
Everybody gotta gun
She suck it til she snotty nose
She a fool with her tongue
I'm diving in her bacc
Like ugh aye like ugh aye
You see him get him wacc'd
Like broad day, like broad day
We not going tit for tat
That's not what we on
We could never
She suck the dicc
Till I'm charged like a Tesla
We post the Trapp
From the first til December
She want my son
But his father won't let her
Goofass!
She get pass to the bros
If she think she bout to have a seed by the
Hardest (Cold!) young nigga
(We left Lil buddy in the road)
Bitch crazy as h*ll
White sheet
Front Street
Spot the man
Put your fye on a T
What ya saying?
Not
Me!
It's the way that bitch sliding for me
Goof!
Credits
Writer(s): Khalick Antonio Caldwell, De Juane Malachi Dunwood, Uzoma Nosaige Abel Harbor, Wisdom Awute
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