Battle

Fuck, boys on top, nigga, bow, fuck the opps Got the stick in the party, push up on me, I'ma clap you (Bow, bow) If it's beef, we can battle, new PS, that Ain't nothin' to pack you (Like, grr, grr, grr) Why he think that he crazy? Throw a shot, he Gon' stunt like a statue (Like, grr, grr, grr) Niggas don't wanna die, I got thirty-one shots And I'm sendin' 'em at you (Like, grr, grr, bitch) I keep a—, no, I do not fight, fuck Up the party, I'll beat 'em out right When I call up Lil T, I'm not movin' polite When I tote on my blick, I bet they move aside If he be with me, he slaughter, provide I cannot lack over pussy, you fraud When I walk through that block, I put trust in My guys, if he push up, he get sent to the sky Got the stick in the party, push up on me, I'ma clap you (Bow, bow) If it's beef, we can battle, new PS, that Ain't nothin' to pack you (Like, grr, grr, grr) Why he think that he crazy? Throw a shot, he Gon' stunt like a statue (Like, grr, grr, grr) Niggas don't wanna die, I got thirty-one shots And I'm sendin' 'em at you (Like, grr, grr, bitch) Niggas don't wanna die, nigga, I got like Thirty-one shots in this G left (Bow, bow) Nigga, I give you shot through a phone while LeBron on the court, you tryna play some defense They want drill, lil' nigga, that's the pretext I'm on they side, I'm tryna kill a B next I did a drill, I'm pissin' on my hands, I can't Go to the crib, I switch the fit and reset Wavy with G, I never got a defect, why he Keep watchin'? Think that boy a detect Went to the opps and was nobody there, the next Time I go back, I'm flickin' who I see next, nigga I swear this shit never jammin', I let the G2 sing like it's Janet Hop out this black Nissan and they vanish, I see them on Gen on the street, I'ma land it, nigga (Like, they died) Got the stick in the party, push up on me, I'ma clap you (Bow, bow) If it's beef, we can battle, new PS, that Ain't nothin' to pack you (Like, grr, grr, grr) Why he think that he crazy? Throw a shot, he Gon' stunt like a statue (Like, grr, grr, grr) Niggas don't wanna die, I got thirty-one shots And I'm sendin' 'em at you (Like, grr, grr, bitch)