playwitfye

[Intro]
I'm sick of this asshole, get rid of him (chr6me)

[Verse 1: kidracks]
Yeah, I don't play with fye
Ridin' round with the blick, tryna take a life
Shoot him in his shit, talkin' on that live (Pl-Plug)
Please stop talking, you not like that
3.5 to the fucking face, this a light pack
Yeah, took a nigga bitch, he ain't like that
Dumb ho keep blowing up my phone, I don't write back (Nigga)
Bitch, I ride round with the pole, tryna catch a hat
Choppa' on me, it's gon' take yo' soul
You can't get it back
That's yo' ho, I break her back
I'm too fried, I'm smokin' pack
Bad ass hoe gon' give me cash
Keep the mag, no, I can't lack, yeah

[Verse 2: lame!]
Y-Y-Yeah, p-p-pole on my hip, is the clone
Motherfuckers is you biting? (chr6me)
We gon' run you down, and his ass start dying
Lil' pole trying to diss motherfuckers, you whining
Bitch, I'ma up the stick, I ain't doing no fighting
I catch me an opp' and that clip go empty
St-St-Stick on me, finna a hoop, hit a jelly
Got the stick on me, that shit is my bestie (Pl-Plug)
T-take out his eye now he looking like Fetty
Choppazay try to diss, but got hit in the belly
Sl-Sl-Slide my man's, now I feel like I'm 'Melly
My bitch like Ice Spice, she in the Deli
Wa-Wa-Watch the backdoor, bitch 'Zay tryna get me
Sl-Sl-Slide my man's, bitch, I'm feeling envy
My Glock 3D, that shit is a custom
I said it to Allah 'cause that boy a Muslim
I said it to Allah 'cause he ain't a pig
I'm getting these racks, I feel like I'm kid
You was off that street, you ain't never the shit'
You got hit by a brick, Lil' Bill's a bitch, nigga
When he's outside, okay, we gon' put him on fleek, nigga
Ya' ho, she goin, she suckin' my dick, nigga
All face, I'ma trickster
I'm rockin' them Ricks', nigga