Lyrics
That's yo girl well I'm tryna go hit (Ayy)
Why he mad he keep throwin' a fit (Ayy)
Acting bad he get shot wit da stick (Ayy)
Free my mans he got caught wit da brick (Ayy)
In the trap and I'm smokin' a zip (Ayy)
**** hatin' they want me quit (Ayy)
Wit' da dogs I walk out with da pit
And I'm in a whole other echelon
If you not gang then move out cause we steppin' on
Better get out the way because I got the vessel on
Gotta keep me a cutter like I'm at a hair salon
Just like some silk hair I go get to pressin' on
You know I'm still here because I got weapons on
Don't need a studio wont turn a session on
Got out the crib that's why they think the pressures on
Stay makin' new songs I drop back to back (Ayy)
You not my dog you might stab in the back (Ayy)
Walk witta' stick cause I gotta move tact (Ayy)
He talkin' down gotta empty the Mack (Ayy)
Sippin' the tris cause I'm missin' my act (Ayy)
She throwin' fits I ain't fuckin' wit dat (Ayy)
I'm sendin' a blitz just just see if they cap (Ayy)
Cause we got the shits if they really do trap
Gonna pop em' like zits now they takin' a nap
Cant call on my phone cause I think the shit tapped
Gonna take the whole gang finna slide in a Double R
Stay screamin' Tonka but this ain't that type of car
Keep talkin' shit I don't think you gon' make it far
Put em' in pack now I'm smokin' a new cigar
Don't ever lack should've learned in the seminar
Better keep you a strap if you claim you a superstar
Ayo wait who dat hollon
That's yo girl well I'm tryna go hit (Ayy)
Why he mad he keep throwin' a fit (Ayy)
Acting bad he get shot wit da stick (Ayy)
Free my mans he got caught wit da brick (Ayy)
In the trap and I'm smokin' a zip (Ayy)
**** hatin' they want me quit (Ayy)
Wit' da dogs I walk out with da pit
And I'm in a whole other echelon
If you not gang then move out cause we steppin' on
Better get out the way because I got the vessel on
Gotta keep me a cutter like I'm at a hair salon
Just like some silk hair I go get to pressin' on
You know I'm still here because I got weapons on
Don't need a studio wont turn a session on
Got out the crib that's why they think the pressures on
Stay makin' new songs I drop back to back (Ayy)
You not my dog you might stab in the back (Ayy)
Walk witta' stick cause I gotta move tact (Ayy)
He talkin' down gotta empty the Mack (Ayy)
Sippin' the tris cause I'm missin' my act (Ayy)
She throwin' fits I ain't fuckin' wit dat (Ayy)
I'm sendin' a blitz just just see if they cap (Ayy)
Cause we got the shits if they really do trap
Gonna pop em' like zits now they takin' a nap
Cant call on my phone cause I think the shit tapped
Gonna take the whole gang finna slide in a Double R
Stay screamin' Tonka but this ain't that type of car
Keep talkin' shit I don't think you gon' make it far
Put em' in pack now I'm smokin' a new cigar
Don't ever lack should've learned in the seminar
Better keep you a strap if you claim you a superstar
Ayo wait who dat hollon
Written by: Usir Carpenter
