B2B ft. MiltGTD & ASAPXAJ Lyrics

Yeah, what up YTN

Damn this bitch official really going crazy with the head

In a rush to fuck the bitch, I left her panties on her leg

Chopper hit him in the stomach, like the touch, gave his ass massage

Flash on this bitch in the dark, you is not gon' hide

Ha, I caught your ass, you tryna run inside

40 hit his ass and knock him down

Took the mask off so you see I had to walk him down

Boy you're real soft, I beat your ass, you bet not come around

Put a muzzle on the chopper, it's gon' make a different sound

We had hit him in his head, cause he like to play around

Throwin bullets he receiving, we just scored a touchdown

Walk around with opp pack, this a different tree

These niggas be my sons, tryna be like me

Dread swinging on my face, so it's fuck a ski

Mad as fuck, I just burnt a hole in a thousand dollar tee

Niggas claiming young and turnt, they'll never be like me

I was praying for some racks, now they popping out my jeans

You won't catch me popping percs, but I'm a serve em to the feins

Tryna run up on the plug, 223s, hit his spleen

If I want, I can get it all my pieces, really green

Tryna be a track star, watch them bitches hit his back

Ain't no nigga getting over, best believe he getting fapped

He ain't round if it ain't on him, can't no nigga round me lack

All my niggas living lavish, you won't catch me in a trap

Bro I'm really smoking runtz you, ain't fucking with this tree

I can really dog your bitch, you need to put her on the lease

Matter of fact, I smack the bitch, send her right back to the streets

If you don't think the bitch was goin, you can check the hoe receipts

I don't even want the hoe, I'll fucking pass, she ain't for keeps

We gon toss em like a salad, since you can't handle the beef

We ain't never switchin sides, put that on my mama, I ain't never popped a 5

You won't catch me with the bitch, she ain't over number nine

Won't even hug the bitch, all I'm cracking is a dime

I don't fuck with ugly hoes, all my bitches super fine

You ain't talking bout no pape, I don't want you on my line

Your bitch so disrespectful, I done fucked her on yo bed

Jamming dick all down her throat, I done busted her on her head

If I ain't got the blicky, get hit with brick, I feel like Craig

Chopsticks knock his lips off, he ain't watching what he said

Goin stupid in that pussy, you might think I'm special Ed

Heard dog was writing statements, so I gave his ass some lead

Talking crazy on the gram, now he crying to the feds

Since he talking to the pigs, he gonna end up, somewhere dead

This ain't a regular hemi, it's a poot in my exhaust

He got hit between his teeth, like I gave a nigga floss

Nigga finally got designer, and he think he getting off

Boy, I been had designer, and this shit ain't even cost

We ain't done, a bitch

Is not the guys dont ever think we gon' treat you the same

A snitch , ah never get respect cuz niggas lame

It ain't shit to pop a nigga cause he goin against the grain

We done took his team out, we done made him quit the game