CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Mitchell & Ness
They want me to talk my sh*t
I ain't talkin’ no sh*t, I'm tryna f**k me a b*t*h
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
These n***as cap like Mitchell & Ness
I f**k on yo' b*t*h then I give her back
I f**k that ho once then she callin’ back
Beef on her back, she don't know how to act
Give me some top then it's back to the trap
F**k a b*t*h, I'm tryna move a new pack
And get me a coupe, I'm cruisin' in that
You talkin' that sh*t, you losin' it, Jack
We in a sprinter with like two or three straps
These n***as be fans, these n***as be chaps
Lil’ bro’ shootin' sh*t like the Cavs
Play on the way, he said he got six
Catch up on a one way, that sh*t got iffy
Pop me a Addy, that sh*t got me tipsy
She wanted a hug, I grabbed on her t**ty
Two bad b*t*hes named Sarah and Nicki
They gave me Becky and I got a quicky
Hold on, lil’ b*t*h, I'll be done in a minute
I make that b*t*h clean it up when I'm finish
I'm in her mouth, braces, dental
I’m a big dog, I brought the kennel
Lil' thot poppin' pu**y like a pimple
I bust it down and I pa** to my n***a
He call out, "Smoke," and get put in a Swisher
We came with rods like we finna go fishin'
Boy, you'll get murked for a mention
I send them to lurk and the blitzin'
She wanna f**k 'cause she like how I kick it
Her favorite rapper a sissy
I'm gettin' booked from bity to bity
Real artist, I get past the door with my blicky
Uh, uh, it be hard for me to pick a thot
She in my DM, like, "Pick me"
Make him move off his block, eviction
We in the sprinter with Drakes and .50's
Uh, these n***as cap like Mitchell & Ness
Whole pu**y, kitty cat
I'm slime, I'm out here, he won't get it back
We leave the beef in the streets, f**k the internet, ha
These n***as cap like Mitchell & Ness
I f**k on yo' b*t*h then I give her back
I f**k that ho once then she callin' back
Beef on her back, she don't know how to act
Give me some top then it's back to the trap
F**k a b*t*h, I'm tryna move a new pack
And get me a coupe, I'm cruisin' in that
You talkin' that sh*t, you losin' it, Jack
We in a sprinter with like three or three straps
These n***as be fans, these n***as be chaps
Lil' bro' shootin' sh*t like the Cavs
Play on the way, he said he got six
Catch up on a one way, that sh*t got iffy
Pop me a Addy, that sh*t got me tipsy
She wanted a hug, I grabbed on her t**ty
I ain't talkin’ no sh*t, I'm tryna f**k me a b*t*h
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
These n***as cap like Mitchell & Ness
I f**k on yo' b*t*h then I give her back
I f**k that ho once then she callin’ back
Beef on her back, she don't know how to act
Give me some top then it's back to the trap
F**k a b*t*h, I'm tryna move a new pack
And get me a coupe, I'm cruisin' in that
You talkin' that sh*t, you losin' it, Jack
We in a sprinter with like two or three straps
These n***as be fans, these n***as be chaps
Lil’ bro’ shootin' sh*t like the Cavs
Play on the way, he said he got six
Catch up on a one way, that sh*t got iffy
Pop me a Addy, that sh*t got me tipsy
She wanted a hug, I grabbed on her t**ty
Two bad b*t*hes named Sarah and Nicki
They gave me Becky and I got a quicky
Hold on, lil’ b*t*h, I'll be done in a minute
I make that b*t*h clean it up when I'm finish
I'm in her mouth, braces, dental
I’m a big dog, I brought the kennel
Lil' thot poppin' pu**y like a pimple
I bust it down and I pa** to my n***a
He call out, "Smoke," and get put in a Swisher
We came with rods like we finna go fishin'
Boy, you'll get murked for a mention
I send them to lurk and the blitzin'
She wanna f**k 'cause she like how I kick it
Her favorite rapper a sissy
I'm gettin' booked from bity to bity
Real artist, I get past the door with my blicky
Uh, uh, it be hard for me to pick a thot
She in my DM, like, "Pick me"
Make him move off his block, eviction
We in the sprinter with Drakes and .50's
Uh, these n***as cap like Mitchell & Ness
Whole pu**y, kitty cat
I'm slime, I'm out here, he won't get it back
We leave the beef in the streets, f**k the internet, ha
These n***as cap like Mitchell & Ness
I f**k on yo' b*t*h then I give her back
I f**k that ho once then she callin' back
Beef on her back, she don't know how to act
Give me some top then it's back to the trap
F**k a b*t*h, I'm tryna move a new pack
And get me a coupe, I'm cruisin' in that
You talkin' that sh*t, you losin' it, Jack
We in a sprinter with like three or three straps
These n***as be fans, these n***as be chaps
Lil' bro' shootin' sh*t like the Cavs
Play on the way, he said he got six
Catch up on a one way, that sh*t got iffy
Pop me a Addy, that sh*t got me tipsy
She wanted a hug, I grabbed on her t**ty
