PERSONAL Lyrics

I'm tryna be personal nigga, like real fuckin' personal

Say that, know that, like

All in your face with the yopstick

Southside, magic killed the big

These extensors on they glizzy, when I pull I let it blow

Ran off on them for a hold and then I sold it for the low

We got yopper sticks, ridin' round lookin' for opposites

Ain't no cog in shit, hop out on niggas, I'm poppin' shit

Catch a body bitch, drop your location, we slide it quick

We shoot up your crib, stop all that duckin' and hidin' shit

I get off the phone, tell the plug, go ahead, supply the shit

I be hector for the fish, so I get hector with the wrist

Every day that I wake up, I know the hate that I exert

Man, fuck them niggas who be trollin', always hatin' on sex

I told my hitters that's my fam, so he ain't dead yet

I got some niggas in the jam and they ain't gon' fed yet

He said he need a couple pounds, I said they goin' FedEx

Yeah, Serski, these bitches thirsty

I fucked off on this bitch to get revenge, it didn't hurt me

False call up on them twins for Huntersville, so they can murk him

I should've let my hitters get them kills, he didn't deserve it

I know that nigga was gone, I fought him pill, so I didn't murk him

He usually is killed, always be killed, but he ain't a murderer

I'm just poppin' shit, let me pop my shit

This glitzy got a switch, a special layer, it can't get the spit in

Body snatchers, grave diggers, zip him up and get him missin

Cop a Perky, bitch, I'm itchin', yeah, I think that bitch is kickin

7-6 to blow your door down, let the chopper do the kickin

Boy, you screamin' like a ho, boy, that work that you got hittin

I go here on the feet of family, we gon' eat like it's Thanksgiving

Girl, when they run down, you cryin', yeah, your life a facade

Pussy come outside, call that captain, boy, you lie

See the bitch all in your eyes, yeah

I just left your bitch house countin', get my dick massaged

Invite your sis in some Menage

BBs hittin' on my watch, punch the clock, I'm on my job

Niggas lookin' like a drought, ain't over here, no runnin' out

Blessin' on the booth with clout, get some niggas in your house

Glock 2, I'm stuck in your mouth, what he said, can't figure out

I know all you niggas, let them drugs mess with your mind

If he cross the line, he catch a bullet through the blind

Let me pop my shit, I'm just poppin' shit

On top of Glock's shit, sawed off, niggas choppin' shit

All these blocks, bitch, we runnin' up, said, fuck the cops, bitch

All these Glocks switch, roll you like sushi, keep me a chopstick