lab lyrics

Yeah, b*tch I've been on go
Better hide your hoe
b*tch, still totin' on that pole
Switch up bro, you sold
You trying to work, huh? No
With my twin in Mexico
Yeah, I like that Gen-5
But my twin he like Gen-4
He a push up just like yo
All these racks b*tch I can't fold
b*tch, this that jugg flow, huh
b*tch I call up Booly, he kick sh*t up in that lab, huh
I've been high since 3, they think that I got Jetlag, yeah
Ksubi on my di*k, b*tch, I get to the bands
Yeah I call lil Sxnt, that lil b*tch think that we friends
b*tch I'm trying to f*ck, I don't give no f*ck, yea-yeah
Slide in that truck, big ass ARP, with me, keep tucked
Flintlock, keep tucked
The way she suck di*k, hoe too hot
Too fly, with the doves
b*tch, I can't love
This b*tch a dub
This b*tch a scrub

This b*tch a nat, no
I can't cuff, no
I won't cuff, nah
I won't slidе, but that Glock might dump
Call twin, he gon' slide for them bucks
I ain't еven have to make that phonecall
Bring your b*tch home
She gon' take off her draws
She gon' take off my pants
b*tch you know I'm fly
I am fly, Peter Pan
And I'm trying to duck
This lil hoe to the land
To the land
b*tch I cook
With my vape
And that b*tch, we gon' slide, we gon' slide
We outside
And I shoot, and I shoot like Devon Booker
I ain't f*ck with this hoe, b*tch I jugg like a crook

Glock get patched, (?)
I get patched, you don't get pass
Walk in that club, with my tool, b*tch, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, bih, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah