Iyanna
The next day
" You ready ? " I fixed Kyro clothes
We was in the back of the stages
" Ye- "
We started to hear his music play
" Thanks " Kyro kissed me and walked on stage
" Yall going out der ? " I asked Lil tee
" We all is " Everybody from the back walked out der
" AHHHHHHHHH " The crowd yell
He keep talking in 'em comments
Fuck it, drop a bag on 'em
Send my stepper where you sleep
I bet my shorty smash on 'em
Put a fuckin tag on 'em, big glick
With a fuckin' flash on 'em
He gonna smoke, if I want to smoke this ass
And put some ash on 'em
Bitch I know you sad, I know you mad, I know you pissed off
Talkin' out his ass like he bad, knock his shit off
Fold him on your ass body bag don't get sent off
Bustin' out they whip with loaded clip and knock the tent off
Bitch you know we swervin' we be wreckin', ain't no lettin' off
Pussy bitch don't play, I pop that ray and send your blessings off
I will never lay, was born to spray, bitch, I aint restin' up
Pour that shit, that crazy, on the daily I be texting her
He say, that bitch his baby, that's Fugazi, I be scratchin' her
Nigga's think they hot just like a pot until we wet them off
We got hella shots and hella knots and we got that for days
Fuck 'em all, throw 'em pills, tryna drill but you got shot today
He keep talking in 'em comments
Fuck it, drop a bag on 'em
Send my stepper where you sleep
I bet my shorty smash on 'em
Put a fuckin' tag on 'em, big glick
With a fuckin' flash on 'em
He gonna smoke, if I want to smoke this ass
And put some ash on 'em
I be jiggin' in that bitch, I got that 30 Mag on 'em
In his head when there's pressure, 30 rounds in my sweater
Glizzy glizzy no beratta, pull up on you when I pop that metal
Get my dick sucked and smoking a Backwood and counting this cheddar
You know you just act hood but you really ain't that hood, boy you gotta do better
You know that we clap hoods and we leap 'em right back
And we spin 'em jus' like a Lil presser
Pop on music, got a suppressor
Pull up and shoots, goin' off in the Tesla, boom, pow!
Knock her pussy off for acting, like he's special
Bitch you reckless, I ain't tryna hear no preachin' or no lecture
I aint fuckin' with no bop, I get the top and I don't test
Bitch we got lots of sticks, no pot to piss
Spin your block with poppin' shit
We poppin' glicks and poppin' dicks
Big bro done taught me not to miss
He keep talking in 'em comments
Fuck it, drop a bag on 'em
Send my stepper where you sleep
I bet my shorty smash on 'em
Put a fuckin' tag on 'em big glick
With a fuckin' flash on 'em
He gonna smoke' if I want to smoke this ass
And put some ash on 'em, bitch!
