Quicker Than That

A few more nights on the street, that's all

A few more holes

Fuck you talm bout ****

In your arm

That's it right there

Think you got one up on me, you gotta be quicker than that

I looked her dead in the eyes

And let the hoe go

And I couldn't feel bad

I don't like talking bout pape with these broke ass ****

I'm not trynna brag

Bitch tryna pop a little perc trynna act like me

Tell that hoe have some class

You wasn't here from the start

So why the fuck you won't get left in the past

**** think I'm trynna fuck on his bitch

So he pillow talk to my ex

Baby say she wanna pop a G6

She wanna fuck on the X

How the fuck you wake up hating on me

Get your priorities in check

43x, right off my hip you get stretched

My eyes low I'm bowing my head

All blue hundreds, my cup all red

Thumbing through hundreds with quickdraw hands

You **** ain't P who the fuck is you tricking

You getting pimped out by hoes you tripping

You on thin ice so don't end up slipping

I do not tolerate switching

I can't keep running through bitches

Rather not talk but I listen

Pull up on the curb I might kiss it

I need this cup for nutrition

I put that hoe in Givenchy

Now I feel like Matthew Williams

Couldn't make money from rap

I went to the trap

I made me a killing