LACKIN' (TF) ft. ALLBLK & GGBBY Lyrics

These niggas always chattin'

Keep on talking catch you lackin'

Keep on walking when you see me

You don't, you don't want no static

Got the choppa' automatic

See a oppa I'm gon' blast it (See a oppa I'm gon' blast it)

Ain't no time for you to panic

I be buggin', schizophrenic

Paranoia on my mind

Think I'm seeing shit

'Cuz these niggas look like bitches

And I don't trust you bitches

Man I really must be tripping out

Feeling different now

These niggas still bitching, wow

Almost couldn't tell the difference now

But let me tell you niggas something now

I came to switch it up

I ain't giving up

'Til I'm switching lanes

In that Bentley truck, move my family out the hood

But it prolly' don't matter 'cuz this world is a disaster

I'm just climbing up the ladder, hope this-hope this ain't the latter

Hocus-pocus, abracadabra, hocus-pocus, abracadabra

These niggas be fans, get the fuck out my face

I dip, ain't leavin' no trace

I'm number one so they call me a Ace

Beat fast, I'm keepin' a pace

He a twat, packed on the scene

Bullets go crazy, hittin' his spleen

Why niggas tight 'cuz a nigga got mean?

He a sherm ass nigga, he not wit' the team

On bro, now ya'll got me tight

Bad lil' bitch, I'm trynna get right

That's ya bitch? You upset?

Do what I want niggas ain't even done yet

Damn, nigga a puppet he do what I say

They know what's up 'cuz a nigga don't play

Give me the rock and I'm takin' a curry

I'm shootin' these threes takin' over the game

On my soul, I'm like that

You got a tool but won't up it and pipe that

Where ya fists lil' nigga? Fight back

Vision blurry, but a opp? I could sight that

I don't got no friends, just family

Step on the beat niggas can't even handle me

Like, how many niggas be fanning me?

I'm really crazy you not understanding me

Gon' be on top soon

Pay attention 'cuz I'm takin' your thot soon

Bitches all on my bop soon

Nigga chattin', he don't even flock too

Dumb nigga thought he a menace

Fuck a tomato, get hit wit' some lettuce

I know my rights, ain't talkin' amendments

I'm takin' actions like the motherfucking Senate, bitch

Can you show me something different?

I hear you spittin', but it really isn't giving

Based off your pen, based off your moves, can't see the vision

Heard you cooking, is you really in the kitchen? (Whippin', whippin')

Tell me what I'm missing

My intuition, keep it crisp, no disposition

Can't change my mind, I'm on a grind, I need the digits

I see you lurking, do you really know who this is?

Pretty in my pictures and you know you double clicking

But in person you can't see me, so rejections what you feeling

And I keep it in my purse just in case I have to use it

Niggas always get upset, so I keep a couple fuses

I really keep it cute boy

Get out of line, go Rihanna

I really get rude, boy

I really keep a tool, boy

Hop on the line

You gon' see how it's used, boy

Don't get it confused, boy

Get it together, go 'bout what you do, boy

(The Fuck)