SnS Yung K - AY LOOK

Ayy, look, I'm ridin' with Pole and a stick, I'm finna crash out
Niggas talkin' shit, bitch, I bet I'll lash out
Bitches wanna fuck, nigga, cuz I'm in my bag now
And I been actin' different lately, cuz I really rap now

And DJ, you a bitch, you a snitch, ain't never poppin'
shit can't pull no hos
lil Nigga, nigga take a fuckin' hint
Fat, black, wanna be Jamaican ol hatin', nigga
Call me Triple K, cuz I don't affiliate with niggas

Life ain't about rainbows and flowers and shit
It's about makin' money, nigga, and usin' hollow tips
Nigga, pass the heat, nigga, I'm callin' dibs
And that shit a lil' bitch, my niggas just fucked her in her ribs

Nigga, finna learn about shiesties and switches
Run up if you want, nigga, I just know we all grippin
And I won't hesitate, nigga, cuz you know that I'm trippin
Bye-bye-bye, lil' nigga, bout to meet my smith&

And I won't stop until I make a hundred mil
I ain't that pussy boy, nigga, that's just how I feel
And fuck you too, I might just put your mama on the pill
And these hoes be sayin' love over money, like, bitch, be for real

Ayy, you better put your hands down before I pick up my gun
Focus on poppin' rubber bands, nigga, that's rule 101
we smokin' her, man, yeah, he up in this blunt
And we fucked her too, yeah, that bitch really is a cunt

Yes, he really a slut, all she wanna do is fuck
Please don't even suck, like, damn, bitch, I had enough
He sweet, he really ain't tough, we ain't runnin' no ones
You wanna smoke with us, nigga, we gon' fuck up your lungs

Like, grrlt, nigga, where the fuck your brain at
I might just splode on this shit like I am an arab
You shot at me, you miss, where the fuck your aim at
Nigga, run me that shit, where the fuck your chain at

Niggas ain't slide for the dead, where the fuck your gang at
Don't leave your drink around me, nigga, I might just lace that
homeless bitch-ass nigga, like, where the fuck your place at
And I'm just focused on the money like I cannot change that

You bench 250, well these bullets gon' rip through your chest
You squat 300, well, these bullets gon' rip through your legs
Your IQ's 300, well, these bullets gon' rip through your head
And I ain't never takin' this shit back, nigga, I said what I fuckin' said

Written by:
Keion Dawson

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