Don’t Touch Shit 1TakeJay

[Intro]
NouryJ I fucking love you
Wait hol' up, I'm finna turn this bitch up
ProducedByFads

[Verse: 1]
New chains on the way expect a cold summer
I'm a nice dude, quick to give a bitch my old number (Bitch, buy)
I ain't fightin', but I'm always in the club throwin' somethin'
You mad like an OKC fan, boy, let's go thunder
Hit the bitch, now she need a Walker like her name Summer
I'm with a bitch named Teanna like my name Shump
Nigga sendin' shots, but I ain't hit, you got a wack jumper (Did that shit broke)
Nigga, you a version, you ain't wack nothin' (Did that shit wack)
Ruth’s Chris every day, I got a fat stomach
I don't sell drugs, nigga, I don't got no pack comin'
I don't double back on old hoes, we ain't back fuckin' (We ain't back fuckin')
Bitch, you lucky that I even let you claim this (On God)
I hate a bitch that always got her camera out (That shit annoying)
I ain't photogenic, bitch, put that camera down
Nigga, you ain't pay for no juice, put that Fanta down
I thought he was a boss
Who the fuck bought this Fanta around? (You broke)

[Chorus]
I'm that nigga bitches happy just to stand around (Bitches happy)
Back then she ain't want me, I can have her now
We can link, but when I'm with you, put that camera down
Money make the baddest bitches love me with a passion now
Nigga, you ain't buy no juice, put that Fanta down (Touch it)
He didn't found his daddy gun, think he savage now
EDD over, niggas back cappin' now
I'm everybody cousin, niggas love me, I'm a rapper now