Itchin ft. Reddmolly & 1Tony Lyrics

My vision it been clear, niggas still stuck on last year

Stacking the 100's this year, need a M, see them o's next year

She crying I told her come here, she gripping she wanted the steel

Been itching, she wanted a feel

I'm itching for M's, I'm itching for M's, I'm itching for M's

Not the time to be tripping, I'm itching for M's

Yeah, itching for M's, yeah, itching for chos

Man these hoes be weird as fuck, hell nah bro I don't want to fuck that hoe

Man these boys be cap as fuck, he never done shit he clean like soap

I be in the VK geeked up high as hell, I ain't smoking no dro

Why the hell he tripping bout this bit, thought this was everybody hoe?

Man this bit just putting on a flex, she calling everybody bro

When a nigga really pull that button, nigga finna flip them folks

When a nigga kicking down that door, everybody better hit that floor

In this bit, I'm chilling with 1Tony, niggas just counting up chos

I don't give a fuck what a nigga talking bout, hell nah price ain't low

Hit that nigga with a 30 clip, hell yeah that's a big ass load

Hell nah I don't be kicking with lame niggas, I'm just with my bros

I ain't gone lie I like when that bit cook, she whip it up on the stove

I ain't gone lie this ain't no secret, this bit right here a green ass hoe

My vision it been clear, niggas still stuck on last year

Stacking the 100's this year, need a M, see them o's next year

She crying I told her come here, she gripping she wanted the steel

Been itching, she wanted a feel

I'm itching for M's, I'm itching for M's, I'm itching for M's

Not the time to be tripping, I'm itching for M's

Itching for that check, I'ma money vet

Spend that money, then come right back

I'm off the drink, why I'm walking like that

Tell me why they talking like that, last nigga try that shit they ain't never come back

We just strapped up like packs, stand on a nigga neck they ain't never coming back

Hot ass bullet, leave his body on the shield

These niggas be capping never did a drill, ain't pay me to spin I do it for the thrill

I really like designer for real, Helmut Lang, chromie chain, 50 on me walking like I need a cane

Damn this shit a dirty game, you can make some pape but it still bring pain

Paint the world money flu, paint the world money flu

Ima make it a red sky, ima make it a red sky, ima make it a red sky, ima make it a red sky