Kiss Ya Neck Sheff G (Ft. Fivio Foreign & Rowdy Rebel)

[Intro: Sheff G]
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Hol' on, huh, look, huh

[Chorus: Sheff G]
She like, look, huh, "Let me see your chain, let me kiss your neck," hol' on
"Baby, what's your name? We could play a game, let me be your rag," wait, huh
She like, "Let me take a pic, let me suck your— eh," hol' on
Put it on her lip, take her on a trip, we can't take no flicks, hol' on

[Verse 1: Sheff G]
Buster, why you trippin'?
I got thirty-three, no Scottie Pippen
I got that walk up on 'em, have 'em dippin'
Got that machinery, no Planet Fitness
Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh
You could play the dummy, act like you don't know
Get thеse bands stackin' from the floor
He disrеspect, leave him on the floor
Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh
Nigga, who said we don't send shots at niggas?
Like we don't bend blocks on niggas
Come through, gang clearing them blocks on niggas
Hol' on, huh
She keep tryna hit my jack though
Ass fat, get your back broke
But no, I don't cuff, baby, that's a joke
Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh
She like, "Sheff, you movin' too reckless"
Not your man, baby, why you stressin'?
I only make her pull up for the neckin'
Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh
Bitches love me, know that I'm a goon
Used to dub a nigga up in school
Now I bet she let me scoop it like a spoon
Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh
He was flexin' on us, now we smokin' on him
Said he miss his homie, then we send him to him
He on Facebook jokin', now we jokin' on him
Like, hol' on, huh
Me and bro, that's too much shots
Me and gang, that's too much Glocks
Niggas lyin', they spin no blocks, hol' on