Lyrics
Like, yeah
(KayArchon)
**** do is just talk for the 'net, like, get the fuck out that—
Do is just talk for the— (Yeah), get the fuck out that (Crib), ay, hol' on
(Like damn, like damn, like damn)
Like, all **** do is just talk for the 'net (Like what? Like what?)
Like, get the fuck out that crib (Get the fuck out that crib)
How the fuck is this dumb **** dissin', but stay in the kitchen and never did shit? (And he never did shit, word to my dead)
(He a bitch) Suck my dick—oh, that's that African boy that wear fake drip
Better up, like, word to my dead, when I see that lil' ****, he goin' wit' Rip (Like, ahh!)
And if you feel a way, I got my knock, bitch, ain't no way we deadin' shit (Like, ah)
EBS 'til my death, y'all **** need to stop jackin' my shit (Like, ah)
Where he goin'? Why you runnin'? (Don't run)
Like, bitch, I'ma hop out and gun 'em (Grrah)
Like, bitch, I'ma hop out and done 'em (Like, grrah)
Do it for Dot, hit 'em in his stomach
Big knocks, they don't wanna link, like, African boy, he stink (Suck my dick)
Like, I was the one who was takin' that risk
Like, I know a lot of **** who got hit
So why is you dissin'? (Pussy) You a bitch (Like, what?)
Me and Sha, we gon' slide in your crib (Suck my dick)
Like hol' on, we gon', shh (Like ahh! Like damn!)
We gon' hop out the cut and go, "Grrt" (Like ah, Dotty, Notti)
Suck my dick, **** (Dotty), suck my dick
Notti died, and I stopped takin' trains
Like, like, that shit was crazy (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
He was only a baby, like, he was yellin' out, "Save me" (Hold on)
****, Edot a float (Like what?) and Notti got poked (And Sha Ek, you broke)
Like, and they know what we do (Suck my dick), when we slide through the O's, for 5, I'ma throw
Like, all **** do is just talk for the 'net (Like what? Like what?)
Like, get the fuck out that crib (Get the fuck out that crib)
How the fuck is this dumb **** dissin' (Pussy), but stay in the kitchen and never did shit? (And he never did shit, word to my dead)
(He a bitch) Suck my dick—oh, that's that African boy that wear fake drip
Better up, like, word to my dead, when I see that lil' ****, he goin' wit' Rip (Like, ahh!)
And if you feel a way, I got my knock, bitch, ain't no way we deadin' shit (Like, ah)
EBS 'til my death, y'all **** need to stop jackin' my shit (Like, ah)
Like (Pussy!)
EBS (Word to my dead), y'all **** need to stop jackin' our shit, ****
Word to bro, word to bro, ****
Fuck you talkin' bout, ****? EBS, **** (**** is dead)
Oh my God, **** (Like, word to my dead)
Stay behind that shit, NazzyK
We gon' wipe that fuckin' smile, ****, you heard?
G6, ****, y'all **** know what's goin' on, ****
Whoopty!
Written by: Deandre Cortez Way, Ernest Ofori, Shavar Williams