SON Lyrics

And he claim that we run from the opps

Wait wait

When we see you, you best have a gun

Wait wait

Nymphomaniac bitches would run

Wait aye

Why you play in your ass just for fun

They ashamed to have you as a son

Went to job beat your ass and you walk right

Niggas really gon think that you won

Sneaking my bro and you pulling a knife right

You aint even swing punches you dumb

I put you on to my sound and you sound like

A lil bitch that dont know what is wrong

If i see you with a bitch then its up ay

Hold on

Wait

Why you buying revenge

That shit fake

And i know what is up with your sex life

That bitch abused you

She made strip too

And you say that Seattle a vibe right

All this shit could be dead

If you never had posted them pics and made this to the spotlight

(All this shit could be dead

Gang gang gang)

Head to your block

Beat your ass up

Hop in the whip in the dash right

Why you praying to x

You would have killed him if he that new song that you dropped right

Get my bag right

But you spending your check botting views think your so tight

I got more listeners monthly

Hit my goals and you never above me

Better get you a tech if you think you can stop us

We turning up we see you on a short bus

You hitting plays where your fans cause I see none

Niggas hit me for a feature my price up

Talk about moms nigga everything gets rough

What about yours that you watched getting raped huh

If it was me then ya boy get to stabbing

Turn this to drill nigga I'm bout that action

And you talk about getting them bitches

But they all be fucking your ass

How you watching a vid of your crush getting fucked

Yea you going out sad

Now that she had all her fun, she talk to you with a kid on her hand

Why your dumbass really think you can smash. She dont think of you as a man

You like to cross dress

You like to talk shit

Aw shit

Come out the closet

Stop it

Stop it

I let my blade hit

Beat you in ninja storm you throwing small fits

We all know that you like to lick dick

So please get off my own

We went a month without talking so

Why you bringing us up on your songs

Claim that you Kanye

You the next x

I don't fuck with disrespect

Wanna be Joji

Wanna fuck Billie

Everybody aiming at your neck

You may have got niggas that joining your side huh everything dead

Six nine of the city telling the people the things that should never be said

Ok I get it

We was your friends for a minute

We did so much like we were just living

I don't regret like who the fuck didn't

But you started getting too ballsy

You saw our plays and it hurt see

We giving you Many recipes

You rather bot fucking up your dreams

We wanna 1v1

You done

Might need new medication

Really should run it when you left for Seattle

My nigga you really left texas for bums

I might just get me a pistol he done

I might just run up again just for one

This isn't baki boy need to train up

Please get that dick out your ass you ain't tough