Got It Worst ft. Key Santana & Kg Wapo Lyrics

Up in the trap and i'm looking for work

Why is you out on the block with no pipe

Reason your brother got put on a shirt

Speak on the 4 you get put in the dirt

On the block and I keep it alert

This bitch tryna fuck when I'm off of the perc

She be like Key why you act like a jerk

Up on your block so we spinning it first

Play with the 4 you get sent to the nurse

Shawty got off on a motherfucking purse

Losing my top everytime on a verse

Fuck with my slime you get put in a hursh

Play like a goofy you getting it worse

(Steel)

Fog nigga put you on a shirt

Seen that nigga you with man that nigga a nerd

Baby having your love was a gift and a curse

If we see that lil nigga he getting it worse

Take your flicks get your angles like my name was Kurt

If we get stopped at this light put my drugs in your purse

The drank stop me tonight baby come be my nurse

Say you don't fuck with the 5 and that shit really hurt

Fuck you so good I pull out and you squirt

Fuck you so good you thought I was on percs

Fuck all these hoes I want you I don't flirt

Changing my ways baby fuck what you heard

Keep that shit in my bag so I stay on alert

I was greedy for cash started selling at work

Wanna meet the real me baby come and observe

I changed all my ways get the love you deserve

Gas you up like the baddest lil bitch on this Earth

Analyzing my flaws like you Dorris Burke

Fuck all they opinions ain't none of they concern

When you with me baby just calm all your nerves

Fog lifestyle I work and I serve

Love PTSD man I feel like I'm Herb

In love with your bodies and all of your curves

In love with your life like fuck insecures

Aye

I just pulled up to the function I slide in a rarri

I think I'm late to the party

Sipping on wock and she sipping bacardi

Smoking dope like I'm Marley

Said you want beef better go get some Arby's

Got your bitch and your barbie

Jump in that pussy I feel like Jeff Hardy

I got the whole world on my shoulders

Flow sick like that shit got ebola

Big bag full of paper no folder

Bitch bad and she do what I told her

Six flags she gon ride like a coaster

Smoke gas got me up in a coma

Give me brain like you need a diploma

Mary Jane know you smell like a rover

Hop in that whip and I'm smashing the gas

I put balenci all over my mask

They say I'm gon flop but I know Ima last

And I'm gone off the wock really hope I don't crash

I took your bitch but I'm bringing her back

Shawty be tweaking don't know how to act

Ran outta wock bitch I'm sipping on act

Walk in the function and I smell like a pack