Startin’ Shit

[Intro]
What is you startin' shit for?
(Tuned up)
Niggas ain't blowin' they pipes, wanna be in the beef
What the fuck is you startin' shit for?
(Ayo Sheff)
Fuck is you startin' shit for?
Mm, ayy, come on, on God
Mm

[Chorus]
Mm, mm, mm, ayy, ayy
What is you startin' shit for? (Startin' shit for)
Niggas ain't blowin' they pipes, wanna be in the beef, what the fuck
Is you startin' shit for? (What the fuck is you startin' shit for?)
He wanna be on the 'net, we aim for his neck
Get stretched, we ain't makin' the post
Got this gun off my cousin, you know it's a ghost
'Nother opp in the air, you know we gotta toast (Know we gotta toast)

[Verse 1]
Bro hit my phone, I'm tryna mask up
But fuck, I know I can't do that no more
This bitch trim, she talkin' 'bout buckets
She pluckin', I fuck around, shoot at this ho
Got the killers on deck, I'm all on a jet, lookin'
Flyer than a bitch, tryna go coast to coast
She be ridin' the dick, she gon' ride like a boat
Got like twenty-somethin' ounces stuffed all in my coat
In LA with Lil Yay, gettin' high off Gumbo
Nigga play, I'ma spray, I just let the bitch blow
My lil' ho wanna play, so I let the bitch go
Take a trip with the ARP backdoor
Lil' bro chop shit like G.I. Joe
All this ice on my wrist, shit freeze, too cold
How did you snitch? 'Cause the shit that you told
Niggas actin' like they wasn't pickin' the role

[Chorus]
Mm, mm, mm, ayy, ayy
What is you startin' shit for? (Startin' shit for)
Niggas ain't blowin' they pipes, wanna be in the beef, what the fuck
Is you startin' shit for? (What the fuck is you startin' shit for?)
He wanna be on the 'net, we aim for his neck, get stretched
We ain't makin' the post (We ain't makin' the post)
Got this gun off my cousin, you know it's a ghost
'Nother opp in the air, you know we gotta toast (Know we gotta toast)

[Verse 2]
Mama be missin' her son, I do this for you
Gettin' rich, need to call you some more
Whatever you need, tryna get you a million
You don't got motion, we don't need no dealer
I was known how I speak when I first started drillin'
Bro, don't pass me the keys, tryna blow out the ceiling
We be ridin' in V's, every V got a villain
Nigga buckin' at me, who the fuck is he feelin'?
Like, lil' bro took a left, so I had to bust a right
Get away from the laws, every car is a strike
They be takin' your shit like a thief in the night
Give a fuck if it's red, don't get parked at the light
If you 'bout cash, then you my type
Tell her, "Count up the racks," then give her the pipe
Know you my bitch, get whatever you like
Want a trip to Jamaica, I get her the flight

[Chorus]
Mm, mm, mm, ayy, ayy
What is you startin' shit for?
Niggas ain't blowin' they pipes, wanna be in the beef, what the fuck
Is you startin' shit for? (What the fuck is you startin' shit for?)
He wanna be on the 'net, we aim for his neck
Get stretched, we ain't makin' the post
Got this gun off my cousin, you know it's a ghost
'Nother opp in the air, you know we gotta toast (Know we gotta toast)

[Outro]
Know we gotta toast
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Fuck is you startin' shit for?
You ain't sayin' nothin'
Mm, nigga
On God