[Intro: Babyfxce E]
(Enrgy made this one)
Yeah
It's with an X, nigga
Alright, come on
[Verse 1: Babyfxce E]
Bitch, let me tell you somethin'
You gotta get up out my bed, I think I'm smellin' somethin'
He don't wanna bust no clerk head, I think he scared of money
Found his body in the woods, they like, "It must've been a bear or somethin'," yeah
I'm wearin' Fear of God, but I swear to God that I ain't scared of nothin'
Got a bitch pregnant, she tried to trap me, got me scared of nuttin'
Sandpaper on my Glock grip feel like an Egg McMuffin
Shot the switch, it almost broke my wrist, got me scared of the button
It's crazy rappin' 'bout thе same shit, but you not where I'm at
I know you wanna tеll me 'bout your rap shit, but I didn't ask
I understand you was turnt back then, but you didn't last
I said a joke and popped him in his funny bone because he didn't laugh
[Verse 2: Six Ward Von]
Lame-ass nigga kick my cup and I'ma kick his ass
Catch him ridin' fish bowl, split that bitch in half
He ain't posted shit in like some months, guess he in his bag
He ain't even got no legs, how he gettin' back?
I'm in the booth gettin' head, I ain't finna rap
I just walked to Saks Fifth like where Amiri at?
I just did a dub in Wisconsin where it's chilly at
I need all my shit bustdown, bro, where Izzy at?
We left them bitches in the rental, we weren't in a Scat
I got to shootin' while I'm drivin', I wasn't in the back
I don't be makin' diss songs, I don't be into that
I got to fuckin' on my ex, get the feeling back
(Enrgy made this one)
Yeah
It's with an X, nigga
Alright, come on
[Verse 1: Babyfxce E]
Bitch, let me tell you somethin'
You gotta get up out my bed, I think I'm smellin' somethin'
He don't wanna bust no clerk head, I think he scared of money
Found his body in the woods, they like, "It must've been a bear or somethin'," yeah
I'm wearin' Fear of God, but I swear to God that I ain't scared of nothin'
Got a bitch pregnant, she tried to trap me, got me scared of nuttin'
Sandpaper on my Glock grip feel like an Egg McMuffin
Shot the switch, it almost broke my wrist, got me scared of the button
It's crazy rappin' 'bout thе same shit, but you not where I'm at
I know you wanna tеll me 'bout your rap shit, but I didn't ask
I understand you was turnt back then, but you didn't last
I said a joke and popped him in his funny bone because he didn't laugh
[Verse 2: Six Ward Von]
Lame-ass nigga kick my cup and I'ma kick his ass
Catch him ridin' fish bowl, split that bitch in half
He ain't posted shit in like some months, guess he in his bag
He ain't even got no legs, how he gettin' back?
I'm in the booth gettin' head, I ain't finna rap
I just walked to Saks Fifth like where Amiri at?
I just did a dub in Wisconsin where it's chilly at
I need all my shit bustdown, bro, where Izzy at?
We left them bitches in the rental, we weren't in a Scat
I got to shootin' while I'm drivin', I wasn't in the back
I don't be makin' diss songs, I don't be into that
I got to fuckin' on my ex, get the feeling back
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