Urgent

[Intro]
I started selling these P's, couldn't get used to the workin'
No cap or facades in none of these verses
(Ayy, Finchie, we see you)

[Chorus]
I started selling these P's, couldn't get used to the workin'
She see I'm in my bag, she want her a Birkin
No cap or facades in none of these verses
Did a show in my opp hood, still wasn't nervous
Had a Drac' in the bookbag, Glock under shirt
I be fresh as a bitch, start sellin' detergent
Can't wait, need it now, this shit here urgent
See an opp on the freeway, drop the window, we mergin'

[Verse 1]
Thick bitch, do hair, she curvy
Big boss, I don't want her, I curved her
Real ice, like cream, shit sherbet
Bitch wanna be my baby like Gerber
All of my opps done got money, shit terrible
He ain't got a hundred, can't compare to me, ayy
I got real shooters on side of me, opps
Know it ain't safe, they gon' slide for me
I got the key to the street like a faculty
Just talked to the plug and he sendin' more packages
Higher than Pluto, gettin' geeked with my savages
Cuban link flooded, this bitch still'll ask for it
Ayy, F&N plastic, no time for no wrestlin'
Run up with the actin', get left like a mannequin
Havin' checks like Nike, still gettin' new balances
He thought I was proud we caught him, everybody started clappin' sticks

[Chorus]
I started selling these P's, couldn't get used to the workin'
She see I'm in my bag, she want her a Birkin
No cap or facades in none of these verses
Did a show in my opp hood, still wasn't nervous
Had a Drac' in the bookbag, Glock under shirt
I be fresh as a bitch, start sellin' detergent
Can't wait, need it now, this shit here urgent
See an opp on the freeway, drop the window, we mergin'

[Verse 2]
Drop the window, they hit at his temple
Ayy, still got the snowboard, slide in the winter
They say he crashed, he fucked up his fender
Bitch, come fuck on a boss, your man a beginner
Can't fuck with these hoes, they lyin' like Simba
Finesse him two times, I'm ridin' in a rental
He thought I was green, now he in a pickle
He get no stripes, zero, Damian Lillard
Bitch, I stay with my pole like I'm datin' a stripper
Bitch think she a dime, not even a nickel
You would think I could punt how I fucked her and kicked her
Shit crazy, I heard you cuffed her and kissed her
Free Osama, send a diss and we sendin' a missile
Frazier, bitch, I stay cleaner than Mister
Can't do a show, I ain't wearin' my pistol
I'm fuckin' with Dolph how I'm sending these Hitlers
Bitch gave me head, I think she from Lipscomb
Don't fuck up my wood, baby, take off that lipstick
Heard she ride dick like a Ripstick
Spoiled bitch, tell her no, she gon' throw a hiss-fit
Tell her no, she gon' throw a temper tantrum
Talkin' shit, bitch, I need plenty Pampers
They gave me a chance and I don't even fuck with rappers
My niggas step, fraternity, and I don't even fuck with cappers

[Chorus]
I started selling these P's, couldn't get used to the workin'
She see I'm in my bag, she want her a Birkin
No cap or facades in none of these verses
Did a show in my opp hood, still wasn't nervous
Had a Drac' in the bookbag, Glock under shirt
I be fresh as a bitch, start sellin' detergent
Can't wait, need it now, this shit here urgent
See an opp on the freeway, drop the window, we mergin'