[Intro]
Check it out (Check it out)
They blow up, uh, then they go out so sad (ZaySkillz)
I couldn't go out like that, niggas some clowns, oh, yeah
I couldn't go out like that, oh-oh
[Verse 1]
The Perc' gon' fight back, I'm sinning
People look at my wrist, yeah, they keep on me (Keep on me)
Yeah, I'm so into bitches, yeah, so into digits (So into bitches, so into digits)
Fuck it, I ain't gonna reload it (I ain't gonna reload it)
Let's go, I'm finna keep clickin', oh, yeah, I aim in motion (Whoo)
She said she wanna lick it, bitch, I just want some Ricks (Yeah)
On God, flat gave me a hiccup (Gave me a hiccup)
Yeah, they not in the picture, no more, I know you gonna miss us
Yeah, I'm going on missions, these bullets won't heal you, they really won't
[Chorus]
Yeah, ask this bitch, I say, "What you really on?" (Skrrt)
Yeah-yeah, I'm so drip, looking like I got a milli' on
5.56 beside my hip, my bitch say, "I taste just like cinnamon"
Bitch on my dick like a kidney stone, niggas ain't never eat filet mignon (Woah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I swear to God that I'm feelin' all that, yeah
We finna fill him up, he ain't gon' feel alone
I'ma spin back 'til them boys really gone
I'ma bust on her face, she better lick it off
Okay, nigga wanna talk 'bout checks, let's talk about checks, these groupie assholes gettin' shot
Ask 'em, "How many niggas got debt?" (Debt)
Ask 'em, "How many of 'em are still fed?"
Oh, yeah, it's all them niggas, I bet
I bet all them bullets go blatt, blatt, blatt (Blatt, blatt)
Check it out (Check it out)
They blow up, uh, then they go out so sad (ZaySkillz)
I couldn't go out like that, niggas some clowns, oh, yeah
I couldn't go out like that, oh-oh
[Verse 1]
The Perc' gon' fight back, I'm sinning
People look at my wrist, yeah, they keep on me (Keep on me)
Yeah, I'm so into bitches, yeah, so into digits (So into bitches, so into digits)
Fuck it, I ain't gonna reload it (I ain't gonna reload it)
Let's go, I'm finna keep clickin', oh, yeah, I aim in motion (Whoo)
She said she wanna lick it, bitch, I just want some Ricks (Yeah)
On God, flat gave me a hiccup (Gave me a hiccup)
Yeah, they not in the picture, no more, I know you gonna miss us
Yeah, I'm going on missions, these bullets won't heal you, they really won't
[Chorus]
Yeah, ask this bitch, I say, "What you really on?" (Skrrt)
Yeah-yeah, I'm so drip, looking like I got a milli' on
5.56 beside my hip, my bitch say, "I taste just like cinnamon"
Bitch on my dick like a kidney stone, niggas ain't never eat filet mignon (Woah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I swear to God that I'm feelin' all that, yeah
We finna fill him up, he ain't gon' feel alone
I'ma spin back 'til them boys really gone
I'ma bust on her face, she better lick it off
Okay, nigga wanna talk 'bout checks, let's talk about checks, these groupie assholes gettin' shot
Ask 'em, "How many niggas got debt?" (Debt)
Ask 'em, "How many of 'em are still fed?"
Oh, yeah, it's all them niggas, I bet
I bet all them bullets go blatt, blatt, blatt (Blatt, blatt)
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