Lil Rupee - Wack

I Put Fireball in the pitcher
I predict you're striking out
I mix vodka with my liquor
Then proceed to wipe him out
New tank I love to whip her
See a opp we slime them out
They be talking shit on Twitter
Shut him up and time him out
If you talking wack
We hit bitches with the Tommy gun
If you talking wack
Glocks with switches who we dropping son
If you talking wack
Nines extensions we brought all the fun
If you talking wack
Stop his breathing we might pop a lung
If you hit my phone
Never send me messages all caps
I can't stand a bitch that leave me
And Then later hit me back
She can't stand I got her on her knees
I'm god up off this jack
Bitches put me in friend zone now they are quick to get attached
All my opps are nervous hands are clammy load them up with shells
If your honey spent some time with me her name don't ring a bell
Is it money notoriety or love it's hard to tell
But I know damn well it ain't love because she don't got a BBL
Well it might be love from her but I just don't reciprocate
Imma walk in when I want bitch do not tell me that I'm late
Wear a ski mask when I'm drilling so they never see a face
And because they never saw my face I'll probably never catch a case
On the gang
Slime them out we caught a stain
Only time your fit is drip is in the rain
Only time you ever shoot is in the paint

Written by:
Mike Henchman

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