Lackin' (feat. ALLBLK, 1nebozo & GGBBY)

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These niggas always chattin'
Keep on talking catch you lackin'
Keep on walking when you see me
You don't, you don't want no static
Got the choppa' automatic
See a oppa I'm gon' blast it (See a oppa I'm gon' blast it)
Ain't no time for you to panic
I be buggin', schizophrenic
Paranoia on my mind
Think I'm seeing shit
'Cuz these niggas look like bitches
And I don't trust you bitches
Man I really must be tripping out
Feeling different now
These niggas still bitching, wow
Almost couldn't tell the difference now
But let me tell you niggas something now
I came to switch it up
I ain't giving up
'Til I'm switching lanes
In that Bentley truck, move my family out the hood
But it prolly' don't matter 'cuz this world is a disaster
I'm just climbing up the ladder, hope this-hope this ain't the latter
Hocus-pocus, abracadabra, hocus-pocus, abracadabra
These niggas be fans, get the f*ck out my face
I dip, ain't leavin' no trace
I'm number one so they call me a Ace
Beat fast, I'm keepin' a pace
He a twat, packed on the scene
Bullets go crazy, hittin' his spleen
Why niggas tight 'cuz a nigga got mean?
He a sherm ass nigga, he not wit' the team
On bro, now ya'll got me tight
Bad lil' bitch, I'm trynna get right
That's ya bitch? You upset?
Do what I want niggas ain't even done yet
Damn, nigga a puppet he do what I say
They know what's up 'cuz a nigga don't play
Give me the rock and I'm takin' a curry
I'm shootin' these threes takin' over the game
On my soul, I'm like that
You got a tool but won't up it and pipe that
Where ya fists lil' nigga? Fight back
Vision blurry, but a opp? I could sight that
I don't got no friends, just family
Step on the beat niggas can't even handle me
Like, how many niggas be fanning me?
I'm really crazy you not understanding me
Gon' be on top soon
Pay attention 'cuz I'm takin' your thot soon
Bitches all on my bop soon
Nigga chattin', he don't even flock too
Dumb nigga thought he a menace
F*ck a tomato, get hit wit' some lettuce
I know my rights, ain't talkin' amendments
I'm takin' actions like the motherfucking Senate, bitch
Can you show me something different?
I hear you spittin', but it really isn't giving
Based off your pen, based off your moves, can't see the vision
Heard you cooking, is you really in the kitchen? (Whippin', whippin')
Tell me what I'm missing
My intuition, keep it crisp, no disposition
Can't change my mind, I'm on a grind, I need the digits
I see you lurking, do you really know who this is?
Pretty in my pictures and you know you double clicking
But in person you can't see me, so rejections what you feeling
And I keep it in my purse just in case I have to use it
Niggas always get upset, so I keep a couple fuses
I really keep it cute boy
Get out of line, go Rihanna
I really get rude, boy
I really keep a tool, boy
Hop on the line
You gon' see how it's used, boy
Don't get it confused, boy
Get it together, go 'bout what you do, boy
(The F*ck)

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