Black Feet (feat. BlocBoy JB)

Ain't got no love for no black feet ratchet

I'm just tryna hit it then curve, no attachment

You ain't got a bag, you can't get none of my action

Greet me when you see me

But don't touch me, bitch, I'm status, uh, uh

Work my wrist like, uh, uh

Curve that bitch like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Diamonds hit like, uh, uh

Hit my ho like, uh, uh

Pour a four like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, burnt her head down, it was fire just like some matches

Lil' bitch from the city and she call herself a savage

She ain't got her money right but swear that she ain't average

She pick and she thinks she Nicki when she get her taxes

I hit that lil' bitch like my blunt, from the back, the side, the front

After, asked her what she want, kicked her ass out like a punt

Uh, uh, I had to curve the ho, uh-uh, she want the world to know

Called her bluff like Curtis Snow, but the head A1, had to curl my toes

AP, plain janes cost forty

Chanel, shell stains, haters salty

Bitch, I'm lit like I'm a torch, fucked that thot bitch on the porch

Then got ghost like Rolls Royce, uh, out here on her

Ain't got no love for no black feet ratchet

I'm just tryna hit it then curve, no attachment

You ain't got a bag, you can't get none of my action

Greet me when you see me

But don't touch me, bitch, I'm status, uh, uh

Work my wrist like, uh, uh

Curve that bitch like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Diamonds hit like, uh, uh

Hit my ho like, uh, uh

Pour a four like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Soon as I look up, see bitches flockin' 'cause I'm havin'

Hit 'em with the stiffarm, they wasn't around me when I was ashy

Fuckin' with this freak ho when I had a show in Dallas

Just moved in the spot so I had to fuck her on the pallet, uh

Tore her ass up, she almost squirted on my Patek

Got my name stamped, now she certified, valid

Oh, no, slow roll

Tryna touch me out in public, hoes bold

And they wonder why

Ain't got no love for no black feet ratchet

I'm just tryna hit it then curve, no attachment

You ain't got a bag, you can't get none of my action

Greet me when you see me

But don't touch me, bitch, I'm status, uh, uh

Work my wrist like, uh, uh

Curve that bitch like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Diamonds hit like, uh, uh

Hit my ho like, uh, uh

Pour a four like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, you disgusting

If a **** play me wrong, then I'm busting

Heat a **** up like the oven

Hit you and your cousin

A lot of **** say that they was there but they wasn't

I'm on some cold killer shit, I might kill a bitch

All these Jacksons in my Thriller fit

With some Jordan kicks, I might take your bitch

I'm tryna put on for the team

You gon' change on your **** and do wrong to your team

Every thirty got a beam

Dressed in designer, I'm fresh as fuck, like Mr. Clean

**** playin', get creamed

Head shot him, leave him darked out like the wing

I had to dress like I'm king, and the bitch, her name is lean

I pass the bitch to the team, so you know what that shit mean, huh

Ain't got no love for no black feet ratchet

I'm just tryna hit it then curve, no attachment

You ain't got a bag, you can't get none of my action

Greet me when you see me

But don't touch me, bitch, I'm status, uh, uh

Work my wrist like, uh, uh

Curve that bitch like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Diamonds hit like, uh, uh

Hit my ho like, uh, uh

Pour a four like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh