Avery Bradley (feat. Niontay)

Aye, sing a song of sixpence pocket full of fye, **** slide on me give him props cause he ain't pie, old paper Treaty of Versailles.

The way you say it sounds like I'm about to punch y'all, so I'ma let you get to it now

Yah

the same material that's on a casket

Wait, who

Yah

BMG bitch, I been ballin', tryna get a basket

Wood grain the Drake, the same material that's on his casket

I flip that ride, gon' fill that whip up with full metal jackets

Me and my **** gon' blow just like the head gasket

Kick that hoe up out the spot if she don't let me stab it

Had to get the hoe up out my face, she a fuckin' distraction

The-These **** get split in pieces like a proper fraction

All that playin' on the internet, that boy get no reaction

I pop a **** in his shit, I bet I do it gladly

You better get that ****, you gon' miss yo' baby daddy

These **** some fuckin' zeroes like Avery Bradley

They need to free my mans who sittin' down in Appalachee

He gettin' flashy with his strap, I think I'm finna snatch it

I can't control that Glock 29, cause that shit too snappy

Them crackas blitzing shit, It Wasn't Me, I feel like Shaggy

Them crackas blitzing shit, I'm ghost like Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Elegua'll tell you this shit ain't come easy,

Why you wait to show that lil love when I ain't need it…

You tryna grab what? It's feasible, got at least 60 plus shots in a vehicle

Pop out the cut like Beetlejuice, whip out dat fye on a ****, he like damn keep it cool…

I got these racks from dem FEMA folk… I leave the desert wit a quenched thirst before I need a hoe…

I'm Mr. Head Out & Beat Da Road… **** keep talking bout stripes, **** they can be revoked

Merch money hit, they think it's dope… I made a 5 before 5, **** I ain't even smoke…

Won't throw neck? What i need her for?… I'ma get right on yo ass soon as u say it's up

**** don't be sayin' none… Count up 30,000 cash, It come with papercuts…

Bitch, catch da mail… If you love me then bitch, catch da mail…

Know we ain't playing it fair… Auntie say lil ****, you going to hell!

I know I'm going to hell… I can't die with that money so I don't even care…

Fuck the opposition and motherfuck whoever be with em..

Came with that thunder like Pikachu, if I put a switch on G23 it's unbeatable…

Where I come from **** keep a tool… you down on yo dick cause you biting the hand that was feeding you

Who the fuck told you I needed u… Who the fuck told you how to get yo lil bag and then keep it too…

Dirt on my hands its residue, Finesse Finesse Finesse, whats all on my schedule.

I put the bag on a pedestal, I use the Pete's pipe up to wash down the medicine

Rookie? Naw bitch, I'ma veteran! I'm the type **** to sell dope to the reverend!

Kick my lil shit with da fellas dem, as far as **** know I jus rap cause yall be telling shit

Thought she was yours but we shared the bitch, I ain't giving out no passes **** I ain't sparing shit

B-BMG bitch, I been ballin', tryna get a basket

Wood grain the Drake, the same material that's on his casket

I flip that ride, gon' fill that whip up with full metal jackets

Yuh, Me and my **** gon' blow just like the head gasket

Kick that hoe up out the spot if she don't let me stab it

Had to get the hoe up out my face, she a fuckin' distraction

These **** get split in pieces like a proper fraction

All that playin' on the internet, that boy get no reaction