Jesus Shuttlesworth

[Intro]
(Ryan, what took you so long?)
Be quiet, Teddy, I'm recordin'
(Yes, Draco)
Nigga

[Chorus]
It ain't no bitch in me, go learn somethin' 'bout Lil Lik
Got this freak bitch, gon' shake that ass for me, then I'm gon' fuck and leave
Your mans deceased, he died last week for thinkin' shit was sweet
I'm backseat hittin' my Breeze, but it's four hundred shots inside this Jeep, we comin'
KRISS Vect' on Glock, I'm dumpin', he heard that switch, he runnin'
Any function, I bet they make room when they see four-nick comin'
Tell no lies, this bitch gon' fuck me off my name just 'cause she know I'm buzzin'
Fuck my auntie son, he diss on gang, then I'll smoke my cousin

[Verse]
This shit ain't safe, that boy said— soon as he seen that Drac'
I know I'm beatin' my case, I had on ski, nobody seen my face
This bitch pick up the phone every time I call, that's 'cause she know her place
I'm Jesus Shuttlesworth, every time I ball, they be like, "He got game"
Five times in a row, bitch, this a bingo game
I had on sweats, I ain't wear no jeans that day, I fucked off Chino chain
Changed the play, then hit they block two times this week, this shit a piece of cake
I love my lil' bitch dearly, I swear to God, she eat my skeet and skate
Them fours in here, better make way, bitch, call your ride, you can't stay
Bitch, I'm in the Buck tryna get a link, they know I shoot like TayTay
When they cut this tether off my leg, you know I'm goin' on vacay
She want fish and fries, we in the A, I guess we goin' to JJs
I just be laughin' when they ask me, can you just stop askin'?
They like, "How you get that good at rappin'?" Boy, this shit my passion
Body after body, on my mommy, we ain't just actin', nigga
They know we gon' make pape' on that slab and come get active, nigga

[Chorus]
It ain't no bitch in me, go learn somethin' 'bout Lil Lik
Got this freak bitch, gon' shake that ass for me, then I'm gon' fuck and leave
Your mans deceased, he died last week for thinkin' shit was sweet
I'm backseat hittin' my Breeze, but it's four hundred shots inside this Jeep, we comin'
KRISS Vect' on Glock, we dumpin', he heard that switch, he runnin'
Any function, I bet they make room when they see four-nick comin'
Tell no lies, this bitch gon' fuck me off my name just 'cause she know I'm buzzin'
Fuck my auntie son, he diss on gang, then I'll smoke my cousin