ain't wit talkin - levelheaded in lavish stef lyrics
whip it in the kitchen jacket cost a lot of cash
n-gg- hit a lick now imma shoot his -ss
heading to the field gotta get my duffel bag
duffel bag gotta 45 up to blast
f-ck with me imma shoot him down to his knees
make him give me head cuz he like it on his knees
n-gg- taking flight like a cricket jiminy
n-gg- acting sweet just like a honeybee
i’m always fully loaded cuz i smoke a lot of weed
we ain’t throw shade cuz we ran outta trees
shout out longstreet he my cousin let it bleed
suwop to my n-gg-s yeah suwop to the streets
f-ck 12 swear these n-gg-s really irking me
smart -ss n-gg- said to find a melody
i said where your momma cuz this d-ck ain’t for free
until then here’s what happened imma give you deats
n-gg- talking sh-t but be playing all my songs
talking about riding in the coupe with the raws
imma find your b-tch then imma f-ck raw
back really hurting cuz she scratching with them claws
her mouth giving out cuz she used to giving jaw
cuz i feel bad imma take her to the mall
a thot gotta eat yeah a thot gotta ball
straight to primark cuz she ain’t worth the mall
your b-tch back up now i’m grabbing on the wall
if she want the d-ck then imma make the b-tch crawl
always testing me wishing that i let it off
clip holding 30 but you ain’t worth it all
lil stef that n-gg- i’m the one to make the call
you n-gg-s ain’t gotta brain you a d-mn neanderthal
b-tches in my dms looking like some barbie dolls
you can call me ken cuz imma f-ck some barbie dolls
shooting all these shots you think i’m playing basketball
thinking bout going back to school in the fall
can’t listen these n-gg-s cuz these n-gg-s like to drawl
they ain’t know struggle cuz they never had to haul
these n-gg-s want smoke but can’t tote a pole
this is betty she my nine she sn-tching souls
call me the dot reaper cuz i’m a like ghost
who who who caught him lacking at the store
n-gg-s talking sh-t but they’ll never it off
some g league n-gg-s never knew how to ball
greedy -ss gotta stay out the cookie jar
momma gon beat ya -ss cuz she working hard
stop drinking you needa go to a seminar
talking out ya lip this habit gon a little far
watch your neck before to come talking like you hard
clip with the rubber grip aiming at ya car
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