Gift of Gab

[Intro]
Brr, chappo

Glock, Glock, Glock could gentrify a nigga, make his ass move?
Ca-call me Ludacris, I'll pull a bitch and act a fool
I post a pic and make him sick, I'll make your ho drool
I be wildin' out from time to time, that's why I keep my cool
Big body Range Rover, bitch you in a mini coupe
You say that he like my swag, he fuck with my attitude
Ba-baby let me twist your dreads, I think that I'm feelin' you
Me and you, we stayin' tuned
Smoke one blank, go straight to the moon
I'm in a big-ass car go vroom
I got a Glock, yeah, I got a tool
Bad ass bitch, I don't play by the rules
Lean in my cup, I don't fuck with no booze
Smoke me a blunt and feel like a masseuse
I'm off the woods, my body real loose
Yeah, I'm off the woods, I'm feelin' good
Poppin' shit like a bad bitch should
Hop on the beat and I kill it like, ugh
Get in my mood when I'm off of that blood
You talkin' shit, lil' bitch, just shut up
Bitch, I'm the girl, I'm the top one runner
I'm in the booth like Nike, the sunner
Bad-ass bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' stunner

[Verse]
I-I be flexin' hella hard like I was a bodybuilder
I can tell that you a bitch tryna move like you a killer
I be stayin' out the way I'm countin' guap I want the Skrillex
I could duck off anytime and just pop out like that nigga
Yes, I know that I'm that bitch, I strike a pose, I take a flick
At my shows, bitch, I be lit
All these hoes tryna take a pic
This like 5K on my wrist
Bitch, it's slow, I'm moving swift
Bad bitch, skinny jeans
Got me walking with a twist
I don't fuck with lame niggas
Can't believe we co-exist
I put gravel in my weave
Bitch, I'm dizzy off that shit
I be doing hoes wrong
I ain't shit, I must admit
Always bringing up the past
And why the fuck you don't leave, bitch?
Always with that nagging shit
Bitch, I can't come for trashy, bitch
I heard niggas hating on me
I don't care, bitch, suck a dick
Got my name up in your mouth, bitch, I'll slap it out your lips
Yeah, I feel just like a virgin, you ain't fuckin' with me, bitch

You ain't fuckin' with this swag, I told the Glock I keep a bag
Really came up out of nothin', I ain't even had no racks
I'm still tryna get them riches, but I ain't fucked up on my ass
I just want them millions and so much money off of Grab
I'm obsessed with Benjamins, I'm feelin' like I miss the crabs
Only time I miss a bitch, is if I swing and miss the jab
You can't knock me off my pivot, I'm forever on they ass
I'm so fuckin' top notch, God gave me the gift of Gab (what?)

[Outro]
Chappo
Yeah, yeah