Lyrics: JayLing
Music: JayLing
Who u know ****ing with Ling bxtch?/
My flow and verses supreme bxtch/
My presence felt in the streets bitch/
Run it up right at supreme bitch/
Even if you was UFC, I can guarantee u ain’t got these kicks/
Even if we skipped summer went to straight to fall,you ain’t on these trips/
Weed so potent I can say for sure you ain’t never on these trips/
Got the silly rabbit staring down my wrist like I never seen these Trix/
Play a nigga like a Xbox, this ain’t nothing like ya Ex box /
Ring finger milli rockin, watch tic tocin , so u know my necks rock/
My nigga come with the 8th.. he say it’s all pine/
I check ya shit with the pumps... I see it’s all lines/
Kinda sound like a toddler, way I keep claiming that this shits all mine/
I never hear they little weak shit so I guess these niggas do all mime/
I got a thing for the fur , hop out the party i pull off it skrts /
Askin my bitch can I pull off this shirt ?/
She want the drop then I give her the dirt/
Hide the whole half it fit right in her purse./
Minimal words conversation be scarce/
I hit the henny my night is blur/
Everything Gucci my life is on bur , bitch/
This my 23rd year so you niggas know I’m really on my bullshit/
I done took so many shots , nigga feeling like I really drunk a full clip/
Might be lactose but I’m saving up so I can get the cool whip/
These days I’m so cold I ain’t Shanti but I’m foolish/
I wanna go where the pot lies/
I say I’m poppin like pops eyes /
I fry these chickens I’m Popeyes /
And my cock size might stop eyes /
You done crossed sides like cocked eyes /
They Tom Brady just drop lies /
I’m upcoming like high rise/
And I just see green thru these high eyes/
I said who u know ****ing with Ling bitch /
Don’t give me a slot for 16s bitch /
Imma just take it embarrass you, bandage you carriage you, now u my seed bitch /
Me I just give out the dope and spit lines u know to come get ya fiens fix/
Got out the mud on my own now I just answer dumb questions like these bitch ..
Who u know ?