Kiss Ya Neck

[Intro: Sheff G]
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Hol' on, huh, look, huh

[Chorus: Sheff G]
She like, look, huh, "Let me see your chain, let me kiss your neck," hol' on
"Baby, what's your name? We could play a game, let me be your rag," wait, huh
She like, "Let me take a pic, let me suck your— eh," hol' on
Put it on her lip, take her on a trip, we can't take no flicks, hol' on

[Verse 1: Sheff G]
Buster, why you trippin'?
I got thirty-three, no Scottie Pippen
I got that walk up on 'em, have 'em dippin'
Got that machinery, no Planet Fitness
Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh
You could play the dummy, act like you don't know
Get thеse bands stackin' from the floor
He disrеspect, leave him on the floor
Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh
Nigga, who said we don't send shots at niggas?
Like we don't bend blocks on niggas
Come through, gang clearing them blocks on niggas
Hol' on, huh
She keep tryna hit my jack though
Ass fat, get your back broke
But no, I don't cuff, baby, that's a joke
Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh
She like, "Sheff, you movin' too reckless"
Not your man, baby, why you stressin'?
I only make her pull up for the neckin'
Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh
Bitches love me, know that I'm a goon
Used to dub a nigga up in school
Now I bet she let me scoop it like a spoon
Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh
He was flexin' on us, now we smokin' on him
Said he miss his homie, then we send him to him
He on Facebook jokin', now we jokin' on him
Like, hol' on, huh
Me and bro, that's too much shots
Me and gang, that's too much Glocks
Niggas lyin', they spin no blocks, hol' on

[Chorus: Sheff G & Rowdy Rebel]
She like, huh, "Let me see your chain, let me kiss your neck," hol' on
"Baby, what's your name? We could play a game, let me be your rag," wait, huh
She like, "Let me take a pic, let me suck your— eh," hol' on
Put it on her lip, take her on a trip, we can't take no flicks, hol' on (Huh?)

[Verse 2: Rowdy Rebel]
She like, "Let me touch your chain, let me kiss your neck"
I'm like, "Baby, baby, what's your name? Let me get your tag"
She like, "Maybe, only if you ballin' and you catchin' checks" (Huh?)
Brought her baddies on a jet (A jet)
Brand new titties to invest, brand new Corvette
She want the flooded Patek
She wanna do the relaxin', do nothin' less (Hah)
She wanna lay up at Saks
I gotta get to a check, get to finesse (Go get to a check)
I make a mess when I step
Fifteen hundred just to step, Louis the step
No, you can't step with the vets
Anybody wanna bet? It's me, Fivi', Sheff
No, I ain't count it the best, but I swear to God we the best
Kid, do not test, you and your bro can get stretched
You and your bro can get left right on your steps
Like, like, we don't run down on niggas, front pound on niggas
Put the money on a house on a nigga
Re-route, then I'm out on niggas (Skrr)

[Verse 3: Fivio Foreign]
She thought she took me on her (Took me on her)
I took the cookies, I'm a Cookie Monster
She like, "Fivio, come, let me put it on you" (Come, let me put it on ya)
Huh, swerve
Hittin' bitches with the curve (Uh)
She hit me back with the, uh (Uh)
So I know I hit a nerve (Uh, look, uh)
Fivi Foreign with the ayy
She listen every single thing I say
When she link me, she just wanna get laid
When she go link you, she always wanna get paid (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Huh, yeah, son of a—
She like, "Fivi" (I'm like, "What?")
"Why you don't move like you one of 'em?" (Uh, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Like, "Why you not there when I pull up on son and 'em?" (Why you not there when I pull up on son and 'em? Yeah)
'Cause they wasn't there when I was comin' up
Let me get a— uh, you can't get a— nah
Huh, look
I got a Spanish mami from Bronx
She with her friends, so that's a Nicki Minaj, uh

[Chorus: Sheff G]
She like, look, huh, "Let me see your chain, let me kiss your neck," hol' on
"Baby, what's your name? We could play a game, let me be your rag," wait, huh
She like, "Let me take a pic, let me suck your— eh," hol' on
Put it on her lip, take her on a trip, we can't take no flicks, hol' on