Who U Testin’

[Chorus]
Imma pull up with the choppa, the XD
These niggas don't like me
Xan don't do much of that flex shit
He gon' hide behind the screen, he got beef, don't address it
Wock pint, sippin' lean, got the nine on my dresser
Yeah he mad cause' his bitch chose up, now he irrelevant
Whole gang finna go, nigga tell me who you better then?
Already know who on the beat, hit a bass, I ain't saying shit
Get pistol whipped with the glick, nigga who you playin' with?
Skinny nigga, but you know my pockets big like a fat bitch
Pull up with Brando, yeah we ball like the Mavericks
He said that it's his, I took her, you can't have it
Face shot left him shocked, man you don't want no static

[Verse]
Yeah I came from that [?] shit, RIP Gladys
Ran off on the play, and I snatch it like gladly
Blonde dreads, bitch she thought I was Durkio
You hating on me, like nigga ain't you thirty though?
You a grown nigga and you still fuck with them dirty hoes
How you fuckin' the pussy and that shit smell like bootyhole?
You ain't gettin' no backend, ain't even got no bankroll
Tried to fuck with my money so I slapped him with the bankroll
And I am the general, you gon' do what your damn told
I up the bitch quick, so you best keep your mouth closed
Come in this crib and we fuck, keep your mouth closed
I knew you was a freak, she don't suck dick with her eyes closed
I was hittin' the spot, she say Xan, hit a high note
Bullet wound to the chest, stain just like Geico
Could shot the ones, do this shit mano a mano
Had to bring the sticks out, nigga you already know he we comin'

[Chorus]
Imma pull up with the choppa, the XD
These niggas don't like me
Xan don't do much of that flex shit
He gon' hide behind the screen, he got beef, don't address it
Wock pint, sippin' lean, got the nine on my dresser
Yeah he mad cause' his bitch chose up, now he irrelevant
Whole gang finna go, nigga tell me who you better then?
Already know who on the beat, hit a bass, I ain't saying shit
Get pistol whipped with the glick, nigga who you playin' with?
Skinny nigga, but you know my pockets big like a fat bitch
Pull up with Brando, yeah we ball like the Mavericks
He said that it's his, I took her, you can't have it
Face shot left him shocked, man you don't want no static