K Swiss

[Intro]
(Ooh, let me know somethin', Jeff)

[Verse 1: Jay Juice]
Chase him down blowin' my blicky, he gon' run fast
His cheap ass don't even pay his tab 'cause he a broke ass
Heard his clip jammed spinnin' on the opps, he had a ProMag
Link with the bitch at 2 a.m. because her dome that
Had to shoot it past my brother face, I almost domed Nap
In the pussy, I done caught a charlie horse, I took a cold bath
Yop, my Muslim nigga, he just broke fast
This weed ain't for sale, this some terps, this my smoke bag
My bitch gon' keep on goin' through my phone knowin' I ain't shit
If he sweet, then we finna eat-eat, we finna take blick
Melissa, she just walked into the trap wearin' some K-Swiss
He sick as hell I hit him in his shit, he made a fake diss
Nigga, that ain't no Trish, you drinkin' fake shit
Police hit the spot, I had to throw the shh inside the cake mix
You don't take risks, back in the day, was turnt, I used to take shit
Yeah, been fuckin' niggas' hoes, know what my name is

[Verse 2: TSE E2]
Left the glizzy sittin' at the crib to bring the Drac' in
Say you havin', you ain't really havin', you ain't made ten
She got hella ass, I'm tryna fuck, fuck what her name is
Pretty bitch, I hit her from the back, she got the braids in
How you talkin' tough, ain't got no gun, you ain't got no weapon?
Amiri jeans off the all-white 1s, you can catch me steppin'
Told the bitch that if she use her throat, you can catch me blessin'
I got hella bitches, hella guns, so I won't be stressin'
Up chop, I got hella aim, shoot it off of my shoulder
Told my plug I need two hundred 'bows, get it off 'cause I'm older
Hit your block and then I beat your price, get the fuck if you over
Beat the game, you can ask the opps, I done won and it's over

[Verse 3: MisterFto]
I tried to bust the ARP, damn near broke my shoulder
Wide-body, I broke the striker out, I'm tryna run bro over
This nigga freaked the Black & Mild and dropped it in my soda
Freaky bitch, I beat her in the crib and try to break my sofa (He said)
Don't try to touch a chain 'cause this bitch be on me
A rap nigga, don't play me like I rap 'cause this switch be pokin' (He said)
Lil' brother spinned the block, I almost popped lil' brodie
If paperwork come out and brodie snitch, I'ma pop my co-D
If it ain't Twano in your 'Wood, then it's not no smokin'
Bitch, could bust a brick, just gotta use my knuckles
I bet I get the ball, I bet I'm not gon' fumble
Get the ball and pass it to my brother, try to shoot my jumper
I hit this pretty bitch, she ain't have no stomach
I got this batch of raw, I'm probably not gon' touch it
I hit this freaky bitch up in the store, I didn't have no money
Can't play me like a fuck or like a meatball, I'm not no dummy