Limit Lyrics

Ima push it to the limit

Bitch it ain't a gimmick

Niggas think they game ready

Don't get in a scrimmage

Mind ya business

Steppin out the ordinary box

they try put me In

Can't stir shit in the same pot

You cookin in

My windows always blacked out

It's like one way lens

Niggas gettin tracked down

I gotta do a cleanse

Gotta watch ya friends

Nîggas don't know real beef is

They just follow trends

Me and my nigga Tunde

Ridin inna benz

Give a fuck bout Whatchu say

I only want the 10s

If you think I'm talking perkys

Then you poppin 30s

She gobble dick line Turkey

She always thinkin I'm flirtin

Wear a bib around my neck

The way I got er squirting

Seen a digit of the check

And got encouraged

Left her ass and bossed up

Now look who really hurting

Ima push it to the limit

Bitch it ain't a gimmick

Niggas think they game ready

Don't get in a scrimmage

Nîggas getting real fetty

Aint the postin image

Them niggas keep it hidden

Only taking W's for me

Cuz I know it's written

Take er onna shopping spree

If she keep on chillin

If she not silent count of 3

Ima be the villain

Come to class just to sleep

Nigga pay attention

You end up tryna show some mercy

You goin be the victim

You ain't goin be the same person

Once you cut the bitches

The pussy come delicious

Peep if she actin eager

I know sumn suspicious

Takin more than a finger

Digging in the trenches

I'm heating up microwave ya hands

If Yeen fw me you must be sick

Back up & hand me microban

If me and chap was band

Rockin MTV makin white folks stand

And jump LA Nance

Given the chance

We goin back 2 back

Like drake or Jordan

Or whoever else Important

Ian listening if you boring

Born to make dope recordings

Glistening off the prince I'm pouring

That's my ring

And yeen gettin a fuckin thing

You pushing P ?

Pain, problems, pussy all you bring

Ain't gaining shit tryna solve em

If she just a fling

It ain't nun to catch that bitch off

Just a lil trimming

Arguing goin make my dick soft

Help me change the linen

Yes you just like other women

Long as youn pay for shit

I can stick the tip in

Long as you goin leave me drenched

I can take you trippin

That's not enough ?

I'll replace ya ass Norman Nixon

This is my team dammit !

This is our dream

Our thing

Wrist is a storm drain

Future bright like lightning

Come & gone inna flash

Go against the grain

Gotta blast

I won't even warn niggas

Cuz they trifiling

Fuck everything inna past

I'm built to last

Know it's gotta heal soon

Relax I built the cast

Relax and show some class

Taxed em he blow the cash

Cards maxed, just lean back

And she gimme ass

Ima push it to the limit

Bitch it ain't a gimmick

Niggas think they game ready

Don't get in a scrimmage