Gift of Gab lyrics

[Intro]
Brr, chappo

Glock, Glock, Glock could gentrify a n*gga, make his ass move?
Ca-call me Ludacris, I'll pull a b*tch and act a fool
I post a pic and make him sick, I'll make your ho drool
I be wildin' out from time to time, that's why I keep my cool
Big body Range Rover, b*tch you in a mini coupe
You say that he like my swag, he f*ck with my attitude
Ba-baby let me twist your dreads, I think that I'm feelin' you
Me and you, we stayin' tuned
Smoke one blank, go straight to the moon
I'm in a big-ass car go vroom
I got a Glock, yeah, I got a tool
Bad ass b*tch, I don't play by the rules
Lean in my cup, I don't f*ck with no booze
Smoke me a blunt and feel like a masseuse
I'm off the woods, my body real loose
Yeah, I'm off the woods, I'm feelin' good
Poppin' sh*t like a bad b*tch should
Hop on the beat and I kill it like, ugh
Get in my mood when I'm off of that blood
You talkin' sh*t, lil' b*tch, just shut up
b*tch, I'm the girl, I'm the top one runner
I'm in the booth like Nike, the sunner
Bad-ass b*tch, I'm a motherf*ckin' stunner
[Verse]
I-I be flexin' hella hard like I was a bodybuilder
I can tell that you a b*tch tryna move like you a killer
I be stayin' out the way I'm countin' guap I want the Skrillex
I could duck off anytime and just pop out like that n*gga
Yes, I know that I'm that b*tch, I strike a pose, I take a flick
At my shows, b*tch, I be lit
All these hoes tryna take a pic
This like 5K on my wrist
b*tch, it's slow, I'm moving swift
Bad b*tch, skinny jeans
Got me walking with a twist
I don't f*ck with lame n*ggas
Can't believe we co-exist
I put gravel in my weave
b*tch, I'm dizzy off that sh*t
I be doing hoes wrong
I ain't sh*t, I must admit
Always bringing up the past
And why the f*ck you don't leave, b*tch?
Always with that nagging sh*t
b*tch, I can't come for trashy, b*tch
I heard n*ggas hating on me
I don't care, b*tch, suck a di*k
Got my name up in your mouth, b*tch, I'll slap it out your lips
Yeah, I feel just like a virgin, you ain't f*ckin' with me, b*tch
You ain't f*ckin' with this swag, I told the Glock I keep a bag
Really came up out of nothin', I ain't even had no racks
I'm still tryna get them riches, but I ain't f*cked up on my ass
I just want them millions and so much money off of Grab
I'm obsessed with Benjamins, I'm feelin' like I miss the crabs
Only time I miss a b*tch, is if I swing and miss the jab
You can't knock me off my pivot, I'm forever on they ass
I'm so f*ckin' top notch, God gave me the gift of Gab (what?)

[Outro]
Chappo
Yeah, yeah