Lyrics NO CHORUS - KR!

He thinking he hard 'cause he carry that fye
I don't like to joke with a nigga if he wanna do it I tell him to bring it outside
Nigga throwing them hands
Don't ask what I do when I'm free
I told 'em I count up the bands and I play with that fye
She'll come over and suck it for free
She know she'll get lucky with me, she stay by my side

I might just grow out a fro' like BKTHERULA
Like don't play with me, don't play with the gang
Nigga don't play with my shooter
Cause if it get tossed up, if it get mixed up nigga we aiming Medusa's
I'ma get all this money and go to Miami the way that I'm rapping could win me a Grammy
And you a lil boy, you still rocking them Jammie's, I make sure she straight then I'm Taking them panties
I stay with that pack like I carry a Fanny
I don't really care I might hit on yo' granny, might hit on yo' momma
I'ma walk in with a suit, they looking at me like Obama
And yeah she be eating me up everyday I call that lil bitch my "lil Jeffery Dahmer"

Hold up
Back up
Pack up
Stack it
Rack up
Slack up
Crack it
I might just do what I want
I might go to Chrome Heart and just buy every jacket
Huh, I might just get a bad bitch and she got a fat ass so you know I'ma smack it (Huh)
All these niggas be acting so hard but I swear all these niggas be capping, acting
Huh, all these niggas be capping
Huh, all these niggas be acting

Bruh turn the beat off, yeah turn the beat off dawg I'm done with this
Dig!