No!

Walk in the store and you know that we buss
Beat on his head nigga no I'm not drumming
Up and down with the stick nigga no I'm not plumbing
I feel like Michael the way I clutching
Got your bitch on her knees yeah you know what she sucking
I fell like ham the way i be comming
I feel like one the one I'm becoming

I feel like chris the way I switch the flow
Just like the game put a tak on you toe
They said I'm cool but I shoot on the low
She wanna fuck but I said (No!)
She wanna fuck but I told the bitch get out
Just like a marching band told that bitch step out
Feel like im tjay the way ima pop out
This bitch annoying she getting me stressеd out
Pull up to his crib and you know ima air out
Feeling like green not talking bout arrow
Stacking my cheese yeah im stacking dinеro
Counting my money im counting that throughly
Your bitch she love she tell me that orally
No I'm not talking bout speaking
Pull up to the spot and I leave that boy
Ima take out the trash not talking deleting

Yeah we talking bout beating
Beat from the back and I know that she like it
I ain't gone line I ain't peter no piper
She call me a plummer
And he issa hummer
Racks get dummer and dummer
I beat from the back i found out that she was a runner
I just really wanna fuck her
Im not gone lie a young mother fucker
Damn this shit getting harder
Im finna line up his shit like a barber
Im finna call up my nigga Young carter
You play wit wit Ryan your nigga is dying
Hit him 2 times you think a nigga stunna
You play wit gang your ass getting done up
Shoot at your face if your ass tryna run up