Bitch, nigga, I'm just takin' chips Kilo talkin' to them bitches, hit your shit
Keep on playin' with my digits, bust your lip Have on fallin' on the floor, I made him do
the dip Leased that bitch ass nigga, then we had on
smokin' Vans If you know me, you should know that I don't
tolerate that shit Got the low straight from your homie, now
it's time to rate that bitch Time to rate that shit
We hittin' faces, bitch We in your place, lil' bitch
Hand tapped me a Vic, she run to the dick, she skip
I ain't toleratin' shit, this beat funky as a bitch
Shout out my nigga, Lil Funk We in his brain, he done
We got his brand, he run Chop a kick and do this punt
We got a J at our rhymes Spill what that can, you done
Bitch, finna fuck to your lungs Take out the shells with tongs
This handgun sound like a bomb I can't get a strap off my arm
Nigga so pussy, he passive Yeah, my snake big, you're drastic
Ain't much on here than plastic We put a rat in a mattress
Send him away just like magic Make him disappear like ha, ha
Make him disappear like magic Top up, make you the way back
I'm slick, I promise you ain't no static Why do you keep playin' passive
Why do you keep playin' passive
I'm like, why do you keep playin' passive
Why do you keep playin' passive
Why do you keep playin'
Shout out my nigga, Funk Thug