Tackt

[Intro]
Fuck you kyle

[Chorus]
Dumb bitches I don't fuck with that shit
Huh
I got the trap on standby
It's 'bout to aim at your muhfuckin' shit
Okay
Better not step behind the blick
Okay
I'm bouta pour up that [?]
Okay
That shit got a nigga real sick
Okay
Double seven makin' the hits
Okay
She wanna fuck, like wait a lil' bit
Okay, huh

[Hook]
Double seven on the hustle
Stupid bitch I cannot trust you
Huh
Muscle
I got a Glock don't need muscle
Yessir my whip bouta dust 'em, wuh
Buster
Got a ticket Dave and Buster
Chris Tucker, I'm a rusher, uh
I'm high as fuck I see Venus
Bitches know they never in season
Hey

[Verse One]
Trap got a hundred rounds
Dumb nigga tryna talk, tell it to me
Yeah, you would know how to shut it down
Nine on mе
It's funny nigga, yeah my wrist got a bust down
Ops season, had to hunt 'em down
Wе don't use hands in this bitch
Hit a lick, take a nigga Benz in this bitch
Real nigga came back
Walk on me, don't spit stay tact
Yeah double seven so real, that's facts
Hunnid thousand and your head off the map
That bitch say she got no bodies, that's cap
All the [?] know I'm stuck in the trap
Hundreds, fifties, twenties , and a couple pennies, no that shit can't even fit in my lap

[Chorus]
Dumb bitches I don't fuck with that shit
Huh
I got the trap on standby
It's 'bout to aim at your muhfuckin' shit
Okay
Better not step behind the blick
Okay
I'm bouta pour up that [?]
Okay
That shit got a nigga real sick
Okay
Double seven makin' the hits
Okay
She wanna fuck, like wait a lil' bit
Okay, huh

[Hook]
Double seven on the hustle
Stupid bitch I cannot trust you
Huh
Muscle
I got a Glock don't need muscle
Yessir my whip bouta dust 'em, wuh
Buster
Got us tickets Dave and Buster
Chris Tucker, I'm a rusher, uh
I'm high as fuck I see Venus
Bitches know they never in season