Wit U

[Intro]
Like, we overly P, like, capitol P
Like, the biggest one, nigga
Huh, fuck you talking 'bout?
Talking 'bout real deal playa

[Verse 1: RXKNephew]
She talking 'bout trust, but I don't know that
Flexing that money, you don't own that
Dope hit like a throwback
BBL, she ain't doing none of that
With the Glock I turn to a running back
Please put respect on my name
I'm talking all three of yall
I'm not gon' say it no more
I used to fuck on the air matress
I got more money than a step daddy
In my twenties, I could be her sugar daddy
Diamonds dancing while she looking at me
'Cause when I'm with you
My Glock come in two-ooh-ooh
I'll up this bitch shoot everybody
Don't touch the doorknob, you better not
Whoever came with you, they getting shot
Glock in my pants, do you like Cheddar Bob
Chain bigger than Flava Flav clock
That's not my wife, that's my thot
You gon' rob who? No you not
My bitch pussy wet, splash
Put you in a body cast
Me and Tony pull up like Furious Fast
Chain dancing, don't you try to grab
Fuck more shit than AR-AB
My bitch badder than SZA
I hit it from the side, I was lazy
These pills got me going crazy
Don't make me kill you for my dog
Doo-doo-beep, one phone call
Glock .40 on your ass like drawers
Glock'll hit your throat, pause
Opps move like RuPaul
They in jail with no phone calls
Can't pay your pill, they turned your phone off
Bitch pussy hit like mashed potatoes and coleslaw
I hit more licks than Bojangles
They gon' give me more time than jangalang
Two Glocks look like Ying Yang
Lil' bitch, Ling Ling
She eat beef patties and wing dings
We on [?] not Peachtree

[Verse 2: Tony Shhnow]
I'm killing her body, she say she would die for me
She wanna choose so I lie to her, honestly
No, I ain't perfect, the closest I gotta be
One hand in the air while she riding me
I fuck her mouth, make her talk to me
We ride double G, used to park triple C
I done came a long way from that triple [?]
I hit [?] clothes, now I get [?]
I just wrap it, it look like I hit for the [?]
Smoother than silk, when I hop out, I walk out, I finger fuck money, no Vaseline
I'm with my side hoe, she like popping beans
My choppa taller than Baby Keem
Used to be on [?] now I go cross gold, Franks on me, big bankroll
[?] now I got a bad bitch, look like J-Lo
I know some niggas riding 'round with that pot, nigga, used to have shooters on payroll
I know some niggas balled out on the Varsity, now that just manage in metro
[?] but it ain't hard I can let that shit go
I take shrooms up to the face just to cope
I cross a fuck nigga out like the Pope
I cross a fuck nigga out like Kyrie
Play if you want, but I got it on me
I don't like A&R's, they the police
I spent five-hunnid for that white tee
Rappers going 12-23, I guess you could say they going Ice-T
And you niggas nothing like me
It would be a cold day in hell 'fore I take opinions from a hypebeast
Pulling out 2020, bitch, I'm blowing quarter, laid up with a dimepiece
She sucking dick while she talking to me, so I just lay up and let her mind speak
I know niggas went sour on Lemon Street
You could flex a lil' money, ain't shit to me
You can act like you hard, you a bitch to me
These niggas fake, when we say they be trapping, we using parenthesis
Real steppers, my niggas, they strike, y'all boys still stuck in the Little League
I write and they call me a plugg artist, and that's what I came from literally
These rat niggas killing me
Me and the money same like simile
I made the man in the mirror my enemy
I'm getting lost with the money, come get with me
If you ain't stay in the traphouse when them lights got cut off, nigga, you can't sit with me

[Outro]
(Shadow Banned 2)