Stickin’ Yvncc

[Verse]
You say that you gon' get me but I ain't brakin' for none
I don't know what them boy was thinkin', that I'm fakin' or something
He thought his Mac come fitted, I done turn that bitch from a nun
And I can getcha back from faded if you needed something
I heard your pockets was talking, so what's up, man? Whatcha coppin'?
If you was just window shoppin', fuck out my face with the floppin'
I don't play none that shit, I just wrap it up and dip
If I pick up the phone for you, I best be getting my grip
I stuck that boy and then took his pot and he ain't make a sound
I take that bitch and then employ her, hoe, break it down, make my rounds
I know your rep was woofin', I seen you was flexin' them pounds
But when no one looking, your boy passin' the same pack around
You was lackin' on me, sayin' that I'll be right there in a minute
Go 'head, pull up, pack it on me, you know that I'm with the scrimmage
So tell me what is y'all business, I don't got time for the gimmicks
I'm breaking suckers, stickin' and boomin' good out the kitchen