Lyrics: Christian Williams
Music: Christian Williams
(Good for your soul, Desmos)
(MATHIAS, hahaha)
I KitKat crack the n***a, I'm finna get his b***h ass back
Lil' n***a, I'm finna laugh to the mo'****in' bank
I deposit a cool six hunnid bands
When I pull up, he Teen X, he run and ran
You mad your shorty is with another man
That other man is yvngxchris Tucker, no wonder, damn
Yes, I'm built for this shit, I'm not one of them, uh
All of these rackies, I'm thumbin' them, uh
If he talk crazy, we gunnin' him down
He don't got a blick, so we jumpin' him, uh
N***a play with my gang
We turn the whole state red like they voted for Trump again
Yeah, told that ho, "Bye"
Yes, I got a clip on the three heater, that n***a, he need to die
But my denims so tight
She call me Gunna, when I'm ****in', I'm pushin' P all of the time
(Ayy, run that shit back n***a)
Yeah, I be slappin n****s-, nah, let me be for real
Do that n***a like a baseball, get him whacked
Big glick take a n***a face off of the map
Hit her with my eyes closed, Ray Charles from the back
She a freak lil' b***h, she grabbed the balls from the back
And you smokin' on mid, n***a, you coughin' on that
(Yo, you can't be deadass right now, bruh, that shit is mid)
Yvngxchris did it, man, who would've guessed it
B***h, I been knew, you the one second guessin'
B***h, I been knew, you the one that was stressin'
You the one learnin' the lessons
Five months ago
I was in class on my phone I was textin' b*****s tryna find out the answers for questions
Nowadays I'm hittin' thotties right after my shows
Gettin' texts like, "I forgot my necklace"
B***h, I smoke the nic', it's ****in' up my voice and shit
B*****s tryna get some money outta me, don't play me b***h (don't play me b***h)
Boy, give me that shit that's all on your wrist, inside of my fist
Got d**k in your b***h, Backwoods make her flip
Ain't talkin' 'bout sticks, don't throw out the clip
I KitKat crack the n***a, I'm finna get his b***h ass back
Lil' n***a, I'm finna laugh to the mo'****in' bank
I deposit a cool six hunnid bands
When I pull up, he Teen X, he run and ran
You mad your shorty is with another man
That other man is yvngxchris Tucker, no wonder, damn
Yes, I'm built for this shit, I'm not one of them, uh
All of these rackies, I'm thumbin' them, uh