[Intro]
(Stribb on the beat)
Uh
Mr. walk this shit down, I don't need no shooter
It's Mr., uh
[Verse]
Mr. walk this shit down, I don't need no shooter
Walk down, nigga, I'll do you
Then I switch cars and fool you
Who the fuck this bitch really think she playin' with? Act like I never knew you
Nigga said that they loyal, it come to this money, they go to the judge and they sue you
Uh, Big ol' Backdoor, he the kicker, I should've stopped kickin' it sooner
Touchdown Backdoor, Oklahoma, the Sooners
Taught myself, I didn't need me a tutor
He try to play the big ol' boss, then I'ma put three in his noodle
You don't know me, then do your research, you can find me on Google
Get to sellin' thеm tens, then C4 pop out, toaster strudеl
He don't take care his kids and it's cool with you? That type of behavior is brutal
Know I went straight to sleep, I didn't learn in school
But just know I'm richer than teachers
Niggas commentin' now, tryna pay me for features
Bet a couple bitches cheerin' for me in the bleachers
And she popped a jet, said she be sneakin' and geekin'
Don't record this shit, you know my songs, they be leakin'
And I ain't even thinkin' 'bout peakin'
And I walked in this bitch smellin' just like the gas and you know that my clothes, they was reekin'
And I just had fucked her, but I walked past her, act like we wasn't even speakin'
Play with me, it's a disaster, cold case catcher, makin' sure that we get even
Fucked her to death, I had to touch her, bitch, is you breathing?
Every time I talk, she look at me, she leakin'
Hit the girl on the 'Ghini
Everybody know I'm the hottest young nigga that's doin' this shit, ain't no secret
You know I kept Victoria's secret
Ayy, when she call, I ignore it, I'm tweakin'
Yeah, baby, come here, let me talk to you
Other niggas done fucked this shit up for the P's
Boy, quit your waitin', let me talk to the bitch sittin' up on her knees
The grind, wanted better for me
You know she gon' get wetter for me
'Member when he was terrible, 3?
I shut the trap down and buried the key
It was hard, but I did it, and look where I'm at now
Have a ménage, two of them, at first, they was checkin' my background
I just told lil' baby they call me C4 and I really don't like bein' out much
I got shot seven times, I survived and he didn't 'cause these niggas ain't really about much
Can I tell you somethin'?
When we walk in the restaurant, I'm walkin' in with my ski mask
'Cause it's just the way I am
See an opp, catch a faceshot, blam
See, the pussy, it taste like lamb
And the bitch ass shaped like jelly 'cause that's not jam
I got pounds in here 'cause this my jam
When she hear my song, say, "That's my jam"
I'ma fuck her too 'cause that's my plan
No more doin' that hand-to-hand
I done put baby bro in charge
Ayy, give me my cellphone, let me just catch them plays
For long, hit the bankroll large
Real niggas help out real niggas, then real niggas reciprocate, boy
I said these niggas been hatin' again and again
I'ma chop off the head on a rat
Told the bitch go get in the bed, lay flat
Once I grab on her neck, then you know that that's that
It's a .223 in the backpack
I got beaucoup cheese, nigga, work way too hard for all that
She don't give off the same energy, fall back
(Stribb on the beat)
Uh
Mr. walk this shit down, I don't need no shooter
It's Mr., uh
[Verse]
Mr. walk this shit down, I don't need no shooter
Walk down, nigga, I'll do you
Then I switch cars and fool you
Who the fuck this bitch really think she playin' with? Act like I never knew you
Nigga said that they loyal, it come to this money, they go to the judge and they sue you
Uh, Big ol' Backdoor, he the kicker, I should've stopped kickin' it sooner
Touchdown Backdoor, Oklahoma, the Sooners
Taught myself, I didn't need me a tutor
He try to play the big ol' boss, then I'ma put three in his noodle
You don't know me, then do your research, you can find me on Google
Get to sellin' thеm tens, then C4 pop out, toaster strudеl
He don't take care his kids and it's cool with you? That type of behavior is brutal
Know I went straight to sleep, I didn't learn in school
But just know I'm richer than teachers
Niggas commentin' now, tryna pay me for features
Bet a couple bitches cheerin' for me in the bleachers
And she popped a jet, said she be sneakin' and geekin'
Don't record this shit, you know my songs, they be leakin'
And I ain't even thinkin' 'bout peakin'
And I walked in this bitch smellin' just like the gas and you know that my clothes, they was reekin'
And I just had fucked her, but I walked past her, act like we wasn't even speakin'
Play with me, it's a disaster, cold case catcher, makin' sure that we get even
Fucked her to death, I had to touch her, bitch, is you breathing?
Every time I talk, she look at me, she leakin'
Hit the girl on the 'Ghini
Everybody know I'm the hottest young nigga that's doin' this shit, ain't no secret
You know I kept Victoria's secret
Ayy, when she call, I ignore it, I'm tweakin'
Yeah, baby, come here, let me talk to you
Other niggas done fucked this shit up for the P's
Boy, quit your waitin', let me talk to the bitch sittin' up on her knees
The grind, wanted better for me
You know she gon' get wetter for me
'Member when he was terrible, 3?
I shut the trap down and buried the key
It was hard, but I did it, and look where I'm at now
Have a ménage, two of them, at first, they was checkin' my background
I just told lil' baby they call me C4 and I really don't like bein' out much
I got shot seven times, I survived and he didn't 'cause these niggas ain't really about much
Can I tell you somethin'?
When we walk in the restaurant, I'm walkin' in with my ski mask
'Cause it's just the way I am
See an opp, catch a faceshot, blam
See, the pussy, it taste like lamb
And the bitch ass shaped like jelly 'cause that's not jam
I got pounds in here 'cause this my jam
When she hear my song, say, "That's my jam"
I'ma fuck her too 'cause that's my plan
No more doin' that hand-to-hand
I done put baby bro in charge
Ayy, give me my cellphone, let me just catch them plays
For long, hit the bankroll large
Real niggas help out real niggas, then real niggas reciprocate, boy
I said these niggas been hatin' again and again
I'ma chop off the head on a rat
Told the bitch go get in the bed, lay flat
Once I grab on her neck, then you know that that's that
It's a .223 in the backpack
I got beaucoup cheese, nigga, work way too hard for all that
She don't give off the same energy, fall back
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