FRUSTRATED ft. Lild3l & Rackzgabe Lyrics

Oof, come on

Lil del on West Liddell, nigga

Niggas talkin' down when I'm up, this shit really crazy

Dawg got demons talkin' to him, he been hangin' with Hades

Found out my ex-bitch was pregnant, I wanted to kill the baby

My pocket had got real slim, I had to do something shady

Alright, let's start a K-Movement

My bitch had six red flags and that was just amusement

Fiend shot the ball in 810, he felt like Kyle Kuzma

Couldn't hit the project, bitch, no more, she smell like foul tuna

Damn Lil del, I see that you ain't come' to play

I shot him with a futuristic chop, sent him to 98

Lil del passed me the Glock, I see my opp, I shot him in his face

I gotta thank the Lord every time I eat some food, I gotta say my grace

I heard the Jakes was lookin' for me, I'm out of state, I had to do the race

I got a dog and all he know is how to scam, so he can bust your chase

I can't lie, I know your bitch and she a bop, nigga

It's hella bows around the fuckin' crib, so come and shop, nigga

You was poppin' hella shit around the hoes and got shot, nigga

Just wait till Staxxx get on his fuckin' beat, it's gettin' hot, nigga

Like Gabe, how much money do you got? I got a lot, nigga

Aye like Del, hit this corner on your left, I see a cop, nigga

Niggas talkin' crazy bout Staxxx and Gabe, get your head knocked off

French bitch didn't know I spoke French, I said Commo de voit

Store runner didn't bring enough woods, I sent him a..

Store runner didn't bring enough woods, I sent him for a cigar

They asked me to be Middle man in the play, but it's gon' get picked off

Sent bullets to a lion, nigga, they call me Jared Goff

Two lame-ass niggas fightin', I call it squarin' off

I need some More Wocky in my cup, the feelin' wearin' off

Go on ahead and pour me up, yeah

I seen a nigga movin' out the spot, I took his 40 racks

The only reason this bitch, suck my dick, because I'm Joey Staxxx

I split her 20 bands, and after that, I gave Lil' Shorty back

Fucked up, just popped a perk, I'm breakin' Shorty back

I gave the bitch a Pint of Wok, I ain't never seen Lil' Shorty act

Fuck my intuition, fuckin with me, like, where Shorty at

I told my nigga from the raq that I got Jacked he like, where Shorty at

Shit

Alright

It's me, you and the Glocky, in between us, you in a hot position

I heard that Gabe touchin' racks, this ain't a competition

Matter of fact, if you ain't touchin' racks, then you the opposition

This nigga actin' down bad, he had a pot to piss in'

They talkin' bout all these bitches in the sea, well, I did a lot of fishin'

Pack touchdown, swing to Lil del, I did a lot of dishin'

I'm havin' trouble countin' up these bodies, this is not addition

Told him, pour me up another cup, I got a wok addiction

Come on, no, I'm lyin', I am not addicted

Niggas always runnin' to the shit because the guap addicted

I almost had to beat this lil' bitch ass, cause she was not submissive

Why this nigga actin' like he ballin', dog, you not efficient

When she seen yo' ass in person, you was non existent

She popped the perk, start tweakin' in the car, I said, Shorty, listen

I'm finna give yo' ass a test, and this is not emissions