[Intro: VYTHE]
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ad-libs
Yeah, ayy
This the first track of ad-libs, uh
Yeah, uh, ayy (MATHIAS)

[Verse 1: VYTHE]
Just like I'm Blood, bitch
I'm droppin' the load for your bitch
Just to slide on my dick, watch her choke
While I flow off this gas with this stick
I'm apalled with your mans
Got struck from this Blick if he close
Take off my coat, fuck it, let's have a tug
And I've been getting racks, and I don't mean to boast
She eating me up while you spamming her posts
With the muzzle, I'm fucking her once, then I'm ghost
Huh, I just might tweak in the parking lot
[?] made of opps, so we lit up a different spot
Fucking go off this gas 'cause I spark a lot
[?] take the dick, [?] we don't talk a lot
I'm like, fuck it, bro, let's hit anothеr block
No we ain't getting caught, whip up and stir the pot
Said you smart, but you ain't poppеd no gunshot
[?] Pistol, that bitch got a red dot (Ew)
Bippity-boppity-boo bopper, bitch, tell her ride in my whip 'cause she cool
Watch me switch, niggas be jackin', they copying
I'm spitting limitless, nobody stopping it (Can't stop me)
Walking your halls, I'm not running in
Nobody home, bust through the door, bitch I'm coming in
Want your mamas to hear, now I'm coming in
Heard that I'm out, tell that bitch we can't fuck again (Fuck)
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