Bait (feat. Sxcrface)

New tags, I blew all through your city I got the mask on Quick to drift the whip it's a hemi I get the cash off I got automatics and semis I hit the rémy My bitch need a double Met her in philly She into trouble nickname lady Hussle, She don't hit the breaks I love the tase She Put it in my face, that pussy like a lake Ain't mean to struggle splashing like a puddle, tryna keep the pase Made the mistake of loving bitches my heart won't hesitate, nah One up em and they done with you (They done with you) That's why you can't let these niggas get to comfortable Nah they ain't really with you don't miss you if you don't come around Last time that I checked life was better when ain't no one around Bought her self a body want Gucci and new Céline Whipped the Bentley to hit a double to triple on everything Outta body that Maserati, Ducati's come out in spring And I done lost to many brothers I keep a tech with a beam I was rolling never sober they was moving on a mission I had went to toss a bottle they was shooting through the kitchen It was just like 20 seconds But it felt like 20 minutes We ain't get shit on a witness, see with me they act seditious They gon do it for the fame Got Smoke like bacon ain't a soul I trust And know we patient we gon double up We know they faking when they wanna rush, aye They get to shaking at the thought of us And I ain't tripping off no bitch now where the hoes at that's fucking Double Dutch in that pussy that's right her WAP done had me jumping She a freak but she quiet, so when she done she get to sucking I got 30 in singles know ima blow it if she bust it Blowing 50s got hoes in different cities Flew a couple cross the country got on and hit my diddy I got all them hoes in fendi, I'm the wildest in my city Don't care if niggas with me New Montclair 5050 On the gang Hickory Dickory dock Bitch I ran up with the glock Tryna beef of the internet you get Poppy, poppy, popped His body gon droppy drop That bitch she a thotty, thot Counting up all of the gwap I told the feens ima shop They say how you go from gas moving to powder and rocks Bitch I came up with the quickness I'm in too deep I can't stop Stomp him out in new balance, 990 go straight to his top Counting all this money, bitch I'm running up all of my gwap We gon bake em like ziti Swerving a blue Mitsubishi And all these people wan' beat me But that cause they cannot be me You gotta problem can see me I rub my glock for a genie I make a wish just like magic I bless a swerve so easy Go and grab the choppas and .40s we war ready Go and cop a zip and finesse him with four 20s high free falling, aint talking bout tom petty Pull up 4 deep we gon hit you with 4 semis Ion ever lack and I always got drums ready He be missing when he shooting he can't hold the gun steady Get to poppin hear the noise we ain't shooting no confetti Had this money on my head so I told him to come get it I got shot up in my face but I still lived Throwing up the mils but I'm still winning If you pull up on me wrong we get to hitting Them bullets gon fly through your fitted I was really out there wiping chickens Bagging up the work and the shipments He cappin bout the life that he living He ain't really posted in the trenches