Sneaky "B"

Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat

Me and Jay, it's not blood, but we real family

Like blood don't make you family, bro

Uh-huh

I feel like Superman with this S on my chest

Fuck around and put a TEC to your neck

Let that bitch squeeze

Like leave the bitch alone, let that bitch breathe

You know she with me

She with the Gaffle Boyz, she get anything she want

I hit Lennox, I'll pay anything I want

Everything I want

****, I

One day I had to do some shit 'cause they said I won't

I always do shit that I said I don't

Damn, bitch, you ain't gave a rich **** head before?

Why your head slow?

You gotta move fast, you gotta be sloppy

I gotta, huh

I got a new pass, I gotta go somewhere

Caught a body when I had to fade, I had to grow some hair

I stand on so much business, I don't own a chair

I'm with a young smacker, he done killed more people than Corona did

Yeah

I'm in a four-wheel-drive SUV, doin' donuts in it

It's a supercharge, my money super large

You don't gotta believe anything I said but the scooter bar

'Cause I told the truth

One of them **** got on your ass and you callin' my phone

****, who roll with you?

Who blow with you?

We just slid out a '25 Renault and a old-school

The Escalade V sound like a crybaby

She be doin' some janky shit, but that's my baby

Put your hands on Rio, you gon' die crazy

This shit end July 11th, but I feel like I made it

'Cause it's June 2nd, I got a month left

Ain't no more weed, I got a blunt left

Ain't no more drank, I got a cup left

I looked in the cup and it wasn't nothin' left, damn

What the fuck, Lil Tay drank my cup?

Damn, babe, my dick won't get hard, can you suck my nuts?

Unc' want some zaza, I rolled Unc' a blunt

I seen it on cameras, fye-fye then a bunch of blood

They hit him in his motherfuckin' motherboard (Yup)

I knew his ass was dead, they had a cover for him

Like a white sheet

Ain't no abandoned cribs on this block, bro, is this the right street?

Damn, you know I grew up in the trenches, I ain't used to this

I ain't sell dope, I was rappin' 'bout movin' bricks

And shootin' sticks

I ain't never shot nobody, I ain't doin' shit

Bitch, I'm innocent

I ain't rapped in two weeks, feel like it been a minute

Kill over the ho, the **** chicken tender

I'm talkin' real chicken tender with some lemon pepper

Caught him and his ho at yoga club, they got stretched together

I had a twelve of drank, but I kept eleven

I can have twelve eighths and one seven seven

'Less you my lil' brother and you'll drink it wit' me

I gotta cut you off if I ever even think you slippin'

I think I'm trippin'

They say the **** died and they say he missin'

A **** tried me Sunday, then this weekend endin'

I was finna spray that red **** car, but Blick was in it

I took a yellow bar, now I'm sleepin' in her

She is not my bitch, I be creepin' wit' her

I don't be sleepin' wit' her

I be hittin' her on the floor, in the bathroom, the studio, I'm beatin' shit

Swear to God, ****, you can beat the switch

You gotta take it off and eat the bitch