(Hook)
I took a break, now I’m back and I'm better
I took a break, had to focus on cheddar
Kappa the shoes, and Kappa the sweater
I'm always dripping, go check on the weather
She ate my dick, you could say that I fed her
I sell for the high, but I get for the lesser
Bitch, where you at? I'ma pull up wherever
Counting up racks, I'm the guala possessor
(Verse 1)
I’m bout it, ain’t no faking it
I'll pull up, and no face his shit
He thinkin he gon rob me
Cause I’m whiter than a plate of grits
I'ma push his shit back
To the dumpster, lеave his brains in it
The rest of his lil partnеrs
Gon remember who they playin with
I used to be robbing shit
Now what i want, I cop the shit
Shooting like Stojakovic
I’m shooting at his momma's kids
Tell me who you mobbing with?
Your bitch thought I'm a college kid
We'll stomp you and your partner
And whoever else you riding with
Bitch I'ma youngin, I’m still goin brazy, pull up with the fire & I’ll air this bitch out
I used to serve all the fiends outta school, tryna get me to rat, I was holding it down
Hit from the back then I turn her around, and I busted a nut in that pretty bitch mouth
You know I’m hot, but I got a cold heart, like I came from the North, now I live in the South
Hold on, I don’t dance, I be jigging
Told that bitch “I do not care bout your feelings”
Hold on, Like a Beyblade, spinning
Onto your block when I knock off your fitted
Said he was slanging, but ain’t he a Christian?
Surrounded by blood, but I thought he was Cripping
In the kitchen, wocky whipping
Fucking his bitch, he Scottie Pippen
Walk into the fucking lobby dripping
Chopped cheese, what the Ocky whipping
I ain’t really w the politickin
Antisocial, bitch I’m Roddy Ricching
In my city, ain’t no competition
I was jotting bars in the composition
If a hater got a problem with him
I'ma run up on 'em, fuck the opposition
(Hook)
I took a break, now I’m back and I'm better
I took a break, had to focus on cheddar
Kappa the shoes, and Kappa the sweater
I'm always dripping, go check on the weather
She ate my dick, you could say that I fed her
I sell for the high, but I get for the lesser
Bitch, where you at? I'ma pull up wherever
Counting up racks, I'm the guala possessor
(Verse 2)
Bitch I'm a boss, we ain’t having it your way
There is a reason that they call me COURTCA$E
Shawty all on me, obsessed with the foreplay
But I’m a youngin, with upcoming court dates
All jokes to the side, we ain’t laughing
I'm always grinding, no time for relaxing
I'm from the 5, where they wack shit
Just like Santana, we flexing and flashing
I hit it once, then I pass it
Flipping my money, ain’t talking gymnastics
You ain’t been getting that active
You like to sit on the internet, capping
When we pull up, we get clapping
Ain't got no heart, I ain’t talking bout Savage
Yeah I’m really in the cut, trapping
You smoking mids, why the fuck is we matching?
His bitch on my dick, and she know that I’m young
You got the drop, pussy boy you best come
Looking for smoke, where the fuck you gon run?
Running your wallet, and taking your gun
Whip out my dick, I told shawty to eat that
Fuck an 8 ball, I'ma be where the keys at
Won't hesitate to pull up where you be at
Running a drill in a Burberry ski mask
(Hook)
I took a break, now I’m back and I'm better
I took a break, had to focus on cheddar
Kappa the shoes, and Kappa the sweater
I'm always dripping, go check on the weather
She ate my dick, you could say that I fed her
I sell for the high, but I get for the lesser
Bitch, where you at? I'ma pull up wherever
Counting up racks, I'm the guala possessor
