Miss Me wit' the B.S. (feat. Young Mezzy)

The Mechanic

Robin and Jackie **** be playing both sides

I can't trust you if you can't look me in my eyes

Big banger on me, the element of surprise

**** do a lot of talking, but they ain't ready to slide

This the live, wild, mild, we rich and that's on God

**** hating on the kid, but I love it, so keep trying

I'ma keep flying, let you pussies keep dying

Airplane J, I'm in another city all the time

I tell a missy what the bullshit

I fuck around and send my chauffeur to pick up your bitch

I done seen a lot of murders, but I'm stingly

I done seen a lot of murders, but I'm stingly

Ahan, I tell a missy what the bullshit

I fuck around and send my chauffeur to pick up your bitch

I done seen a lot of murders, but I'm stingly

I done seen a lot of murders, but I'm stingly

****, I ain't with the bullshit (no, no, no)

So miss me with the bullshit

Anywhere I go, I keep four o'clock

'Cause **** be on that bullshit

Bitches on my top, bitches on my top

Suckers on the block, know I got a clock

Beanie caps, pink coats, all that

I'm beating **** down with a baseball bat

I'm having revenues, I'm getting paid for

Lil' Cyrus motherfucker with an attitude

Sally Brock's on the block, I should've stayed at school

But I was chillin' on the corner with a big ass tube

Negative tases, ****, mellow mood

Got traffic round the corner from the dog food

My mama don't want me to do it, but that's the life I choose

Get caught slippin', they gon' put your ass on the news

I'm in the Cypress parking lot, I'm rockin' all of my children

Got these bitches with us, they just wanna see how we do

We ain't bullshittin', we got guns on us

**** pocket full of money, we got funds on us

And God I trust, and then it's pack, I push

'Cause DMX told me shorty couldn't eat no books

I'm sayin' God I trust, and then it's pack, I push

'Cause DMX told me shorty couldn't eat no books

****, I ain't with the bullshit (no, no, no)

So miss me with the bullshit

Anywhere I go, I keep it full clip

'Cause **** be on that bullshit

Bitches on my top, bitches on my top

Suckers on the block, know I got a clock

Beanie caps, pink coats, all that

I'm beatin' **** down with a baseball bat

I ain't with the chit-chat, ****, watch your mouth

Before I knock your ass down and catch a flight to the south

Kept a chopper down my couch where I lay my head

Some of my closest **** dead, so the trust is gone

I be on my murder ship waitin' outside your home

Black gloves and a beanie, pink coat and a skin mask

Cypress Village, ****, got the game for big jazz

I don't do the talkin', I just squeeze and blast

If you out here snitchin', they gon' kill your ass (kill your ass)

Money in the trash bag represent the dope gang

I don't fuck with your suckers 'cause they all lame

I just bought a Beamer and put that bitch in my mama's name

****, you ain't never sold cocaine

You ain't never took no weed on no airplane

****, you ain't never sold no cocaine

And you ain't never took no weed on no airplane

****, I ain't with the bullshit (no, no, no)

So miss me with the bullshit

Anywhere I go, I keep a four o'clock

'Cause **** be on that bullshit

Bitches on my top, bitches on my top

Suckers on the block, know I got a clock

Beanie caps, pink coats, all that

I'm beatin' **** down with a baseball bat

The Mechanics