YKTFV (feat. Jwoo, Axden & J.A.D)

Welcome to Bangxr Records And this beef is hot I got enemies hot as Nevada I'm eating this pasta, beatin' this bitch named Marla Up in the kitchen, i'm cookin' and mixin' I'm doin' it dirty for giggles I'm comin' for kicks, i be sprayin' this stick While i'm sick I'm up your bitch with all this dick, yeah And i'm gone and zooted, ride by the block on a scooter Up in the house eating oodles of noodles You gay ass niggas some poodles You is a kid drawing doodles You was on google, learning gang signs I be, 5-40, let that bang Got that flag in my pocket, i let it hang Your bitch down in front of me, i made her sang This dick game go insane Outside with this shit at 6 Got hit at 7, baby bitch be lovin' Hold up, own this fucking dick Bitch, yeah, oh shit Y'all finna switch the beat? Lets go, we on some fuckin' sicko mode shit, yeah Bitch, bitch, how we fucking coming We finna fuck the whole shit up Lets go, ay I'm off an addy, i'm off a perc I just wanna fuck, i don't wanna flirt Snap of my fingers, she take off her shirt Fuck for the night, then I'm snatchin' her purse Port city baddie, i just wanna fuck City too crazy, so I keep it tucked Live by the gun, die by the gun Talk on my bro's the whole gang'll pull up Say I'm crazy, say that I'm wildin' Say she brand new, but I know she got mileage Your friends they told you, "don't fuck with an artist" I tell you my slays that'll hit you the hardest Brand new car that I bought just to flex Finna pull up, i ain't diss over text R$B i know that they got my back All of my shooters aim above the neck Come close and you better move cautious Whole squad strapped, we ain't fuckin' with that nonsense Hellhounds, and they known to be toxic Finna break bone like a Travis Scott moshpit, yeah You best stay in that closet Where you belong, you ain't meant for these hardships You ain't meant for this lifestyle In the wrong crowd, this is how i live my life now Yeah, ay, yeah Ou, ou, ou, yeah damn Gang gang, yeah Ou, yeah I got the gang You ain't gon' do nothing, i know it's a fact You ain't gunna bang You don't got a gun I'm throwin' these hands I'm counting up hundreds and fifties and more Cause i got these bands I might be wild, though i never cap I got too bored of producing these beat So i started to rap Stop the flow, where did he go? Like seriously seriously Where did he go, i can't find him Hoe get the fuck out my way I'm sorta insane Spitting 16, 506 straight out my fucking lane Young kid just looking for fame Call me a cannibal Ate this white bitch like a cantaloupe Bust up on my balls She spazzing on adderal She calling me at night cause she hurting from her bottom jaw Bitch don't call my phone cause you just wanna have a talk Hennessy up in my dreams Cotten candy in my weed I'm so fucking turnt, imma kill this beat 506 Poppin' a bowl then fuck your bitch Poppin' a tab while I'm watching some raps Takin a nap while you struggle with gnats And i'm counting 1 2 3 4 Check my dough then meet a hoe Never gunna take her home Yeah that's how my crew goes Yeah, that's how my crew rolls Smoke a blunt where my flow at Check the mic then throw it back Just like I'm a Young Kodak Sippin' Double cup, prometh Trippin' balls seeing chairs That wanna throw hands Seeing me up in the studio going ham Bangin' on that white bitch I know that she just like it Im fucking on her best friend too It's like a double kill COD 2 I'm done with my shitty rap I'm smoking on a fat new pack Backwoods on the beach stoned rap Peace out it's JAD Bitch