$adcase ft. Yung JayAy & Baby rock Lyrics

Aye

my niggas creeping down your block we the grime reapers

(Whistling)

Fuck that bitch nigga

Alright, keep it up

Fuck that bitch

Nigga

If that nigga say something, we gon' get him gone

That nigga did a drill stupid with no hoodie on

We mashed up up in that field, gon' have to put him on

Just finished fucking on this bitch, she got my boogie on

She finna hit my line, yeah, that's his lil' butter bitch

And while you fucking that lil' bop, she just a dumber bitch

I got a winter, fall, spring, and a summer bitch

And fuck them thot hoes, man, I need a muncher bitch

And smack this lil' nigga in the face if he don't give me the bread

She want a free nigga, finna take her to the D

She think I'm easy, I ain't finna throw the D for free

I finna knock all of the coins off, finna hear the..

Steady talking about some cash, we been on that, bro

Three cups of Mina up in a half, I got the walkie-talkie

Yeah, me only fucking on one bitch, damn, that shit's only hoe

I got like four up in my pocket, I pull out them hoes

My shit whore bussin

I see them fighting HD like, what the fuck, they tussling

Got two whores in my motherfucking pocket

Got two 30s in, call them pocket rockets

She tryna grab on me like whore, play it down

Talking on the books, nigga, we gon' lay it down

Talking about some nines, nigga, I got Kaylo rounds

Talking about we move, nigga, we move Fredo pounds

Playing work, nigga, spending 100 rounds

I don't want your bitch, nigga, she a deep hole

I can see them niggas shooting through the peephole

Dig him up, got equipment at Home Depot

I finna beat his ass, dig his grave with a shovel

He thought I took it, then I sent his bitch out to the shuttle

This nigga think he blowing O's, he blowing dirty bubbles

Niggas thought they had a game plan, I made them niggas huddle

Bitch, ayy, they need a plan B

Fuck the bitch and then I sent her home, she need a plan C

Bout to ask who's in CF, pop and I'm clapping cheese

Bitch, smoking blues up in the corner, why you mad

I said, ayy, girl, you need a different method

Slit through your block, I see opp this shit getting hectic

I'm really on that back, boy, I be steady spending

This bitch really for the team, man, she heavy banding

Damn, this bitch a spinaroo

This lil' bitch hot on my shit like, who the fuck is you

You probably a lil' opp bitch, I'll shoot you in your booth

Shooting from a distance, I don't say shit like you know what it do

Yeah, I'm a big sniper

Lil' bitch on my tips, yeah, she got the dick hyper

Like lil' boat, yeah, you know I'm a one-nighter

Only smash this bitch, cause the pussy was tighter

Yeah, but she's a mistake

She can't no bring bread to the table, smack the bitch face

Nigga said he seen an M, nigga point me that way

I got a skinny mini and a motherfuckin' fat bae

I get the poringat the shows, I'm leaning backstage

I just fucked a bitch's mom and friend, she had a bad day

Got two bitches on my phone, swear she got a sad face

I been smoking on that foil, damn, that's a sad case