Ain't Got These Lyrics

My partner over here say he doing some fraud

Said shit I been collecting some cards

Run through then I hop in the car

Dangerous waters I got a new rod

Doing all that wolfing but it's really just talking

Show me a motherfucker that'll walk it

Cock back, aim twice then I off them

Six feet, that's deep in a coffin

Percy and Wokky got me feeling exhausted

Hospital, map his ass, thought that boy lost it

Line in the sand so you know not to cross it

Pack in, touchdown, caught, Randy Moss it

Rocking all white with my flossy bitch

Never been pussy, just came off a lick

Never been fruity, still clutching my stick

Kill pussies, so I gave it a dick

We doing KOs not knockdowns

Fly in our sky you get shot down

Play and get hit with them Glock rounds

He going to lay in these streets that's chalk ground

You might put that shit on but I know you ain't got these

Four-way the only time I ain't top three

Roll the dice play the game like Yahtzee

Hit it once now my face on her lock screen

They be asking what it take to make the Glock scream

Shit find out, might end up on the FOX scene

Turn my shooter to a menace in an opp dream

Been sliding with it you can call us the mop team

Pick it up it son he just sent me the drop

Only like five out from the new spot

Time spent on it to cash-out the clock

Still won't catch me on no Tik-Tok

Kick no stock

Aim for his top

Middle of summer still migrate the flock

Because the kid getting hot

Pop for his knot, shooting

Tec and a Ruger I might just go move them

Just cause you got a little tool don't mean you ready to drill

Spinning they block on a twist so they open to get popped like a pill

I want to scratch off but I'm talking a mother fucking seal

Liable to kill, I been on that still

But I'm keeping that steel

Think he a boss but he not on that hill

Walk in the room the pack give them chills

Colder than Buffalo and be on my bills

Aim for the kill, just spun off a drill

Only my mop finna leave little spill

Pop off a pill, scratch off a seal

Do what you gotta the kid getting ill

No misses heat check the kid caught a fever

Paid for the both but they ain't getting neither

Boy don't tell me, where the rest of this reefer

Can't hear shit being said in the bleachers

Still ain't a sleeper, know it's an eighth per liter

Want me to cool off go cop a new heater

Been known to slide so no two-seater

Been on my hustle like a mall shoe cleaner

No runner, but I know how to hustle

Ain't flexing, but got this shit muscle

More than a bag boy I been in my duffle

Think they can play me I peep when they shuffle

Pack came fast but it's quicker to double

Chewed that boy up get them popped like a bubble

Deuce a little couple

Trying to be subtle

No Red Sox but I got a little B on my buckle

I told them I ain't finna scuffle

It's on my hip so I don't think he give me no trouble

Rain shells get left in a puddle

Thinking he got it but it's just a little piece of the puzzle

Can't never drop it or fumble

If he can't run it don't want them my huddle

A lot on my plate so just watch how I juggle

Push start take off Roqit finna hop in the shuttle