BAKK SHII

[Intro: Diizii]
Huh, yeah
Huh, huh
West A, West A, West A (Jesus!)

[Verse 1: Diizii]
Got me geeked, huh (Yeah)
You and me? I can’t tell the difference (Fuck nah)
Huh, I been on my side, I don’t know why the fuck they trippin’ (Why they trippin’?)
Yeah, ditched a dumbass lil’ bitch, tuh, oh, well (Woo)
Damn, yo’ ma at the crib? Let’s go to the motel
They sni-sniffin’ lines at the motel, baby (Motel, baby)
Overdosin’ and dyin’ at the motel, baby (Motel, baby)
Free the bitch, you got her cuffed? That’s low bail, baby (Low bail, baby)
Do me wrong once? We can’t fuck no more, oh, well baby (Oh, well, baby)
Bitch, I’m finna back shit (Back shit, back shit, back shit)
This not just some lil’ rappin’
Yeah, knock it off (Knock it off), knock it off with the cappin’ (Knock it off, knock it off, knock it off)
She a freak, so I bareback her (She a–)
Nigga done went from Mars to Saturn (Freak)
Shorty fine as fuck, finna @ her (Fine as fuck)
These niggas do the same pattern
Yeah, get in the field with a nigga, huh
I’m ‘bouta grill me a nigga, huh (Huh)
I’m ‘bouta peel me a nigga, huh
I’m ‘bouta kill me a nigga, huh (Huh)
She was fuckin’ with lames, time to switch lanes
She ‘bouta feel her a hitter, huh (Yeah)
These bitches feelin’ so bitter, huh (Yeah)
I’m the top hitter, no quitter, huh (Woo)

[Verse 2: hxmartia]
Uh, I can see you watchin’ from the side, I tote my shit (Uh, uh)
Bitch, the level I’m on, honey, you can’t throw me in the mix (Uh, uh)
Come on, you couldn’t even fathom all the shit I’m tryna flip
Heard ‘em talk, talk, talk, keep talkin’, I’m on ten (Yeah, bitch!)
Chillin’ for a minute, let me hop back in the spotlight (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
You keep that shit on lock, I told ‘em, “fuck it,” like I’m that guy (I’m that guy)
Yeah, they say this shit too gross, like I leave that shit in half-time (Yeah! Yeah!)
My time, my life, made that shit a highlight (Bah, bah)
I heard they was hatin’ on me from the back (Yeah! Yeah!)
Now they mad that I ain’t goin’ back (Yeah!)
They in they feelings and I still got ‘em mad (Yeah! Yeah!)
I told ‘em, “I’m just tryna run up a bag” (Yeah! Yeah!)
Say, “fuck off,” and it’s makin’ ‘em sad (Bitch! Huh)
They lookin’ at me, ‘cause my bitch too bad (Yeah! Bad)
Right on with a couple racks (Yeah!)
Get to the bag, bag, bag, bag! (Get to the bag)
I was runnin’ up shit (I was runnin’ up)
I’m tryna put my fuckin’ album in the top ten (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’m tryna hop into that muh’fuckin’ moshpit (Hop into that)
Yeah, you ain’t got no options, bitch, let’s be honest, honest (Yeah! Yeah! Nah)
I walk ‘round with that shit, it ain’t plastic
All your songs still sound the same, I swear I’m readin’ ad-libs
Whole fuckin’ song not better than my ad-libs
Bitch, I rode this, talk, talk, talk, I’m finna back shit, huh

[Verse 3: SLIK2NSAYN KNTM]
Yeah, and lately, I’ve–
I been on my own vibe, yeah
Feel like I lived the wrong life, yeah
We pull up like it’s mob ties, yeah
The guns’ like family by my side
Pull up, skrrt, drive-by
I been at the top, if I’m a building, I’m a high-rise
At the top, I don’t believe in jumpin’, fuck a skydive
So if it’s goin’ down, you best believe that I’ma slide by
You is just another dead guy to find, I spy
I been in the game so long, call me Hot Wheels
Even as a kid, I knew cops, they were opps still
Tell me, what you know ‘bout watchin’ loved ones out there poppin’ pills?
About the age of five, the first time, I watched ‘em pop a seal
Alright, that’s enough of that, enough of the past
Can’t you see I’m dyin’ inside? Is that something that you can grasp?
Stop always actin’ rash, I’m first, they always last
They always fuckin’ mad, I’m gettin fuckin’ stacks

[Outro: SLIK2NSAYN KNTM]
I’m gettin racks, do the dash to the cash, fuck they talkin’ bout?
Even on my own, I be actin’ out