No Velcro lyrics

[Intro]
Told that n*gga he can eat the taco with motherf*ckin' ayy (huh?)
I told that n*gga he can eat the taco with one hand, not f*ckin' two hands (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
And I, okay, hold up, yeah (word word word)
Hold up, hey, hold up, hey (wicka-wicka-wicka-word word word)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Verse]
East side crippin' (crip), 700 livin' (hundred)
Pull up on a n*gga, pop him like a penicillin (word, word, word)
Shoot him while he chillin' (huh?), take a n*gga children (that's on my mama)
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch I'm tryna get a million (yeah yeah yeah)
b*tch I need them commas, b*tch I'm on the comeup (come up)
Your b*tch on her knees, she put her tongue up (tongue up)
di*k up in her tonsils (she slurpin')
I be kicking sh*t like a punter (punter)
It's eleven thirty, she's a luncher (luncher), I'm a stunner (stunner)
I got your b*tch wet like my jewelry (wet wet)
Everywhere I go, don't need security (no security)
A n*gga grew a beard, that's maturity (that's maturity)
Now everywhere I go, all these b*tch n*ggas fearin' me (hoes)
b*tch it ain't no ho in me, ayy it's on go with me (word)
I just sold a bow of weed in Memphis, Tennessee (yeah)
No janitor I got the keys, no ocean I'm the C (yeah yeah yeah)
And I be ballin', ain't no coaching me (word)
You stylin', you ain't close to me (close)
Musical chairs, sit your ass down (sit your ass down)
I felt like I retired when I gave that boy the last round (rrah rrah)
Say you wanna jack, well I'm finna beat your ass now (what's up?)
Treat you like a blunt, watch how quick I get him passed down (gas gas)
Walked in the room, I got your b*tch with her pants down (with her ass out)
I shot that n*gga, now he six feet in some sand now (n*gga he dead)
I keep a fan, guess I'm somewhere in the stands now (in the stands now)
I don't think these pus*y n*ggas stand a chance now (stand a chance now)
Really eatin', thirty in my car, make 'em pop a wheelie
b*tch I keep that chocolate like I'm Wonka, Willie
Bananas in my pocket, it's a jungle (it's a jungle), illy
He tried to rob me but I had a chopper, silly
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, he's silly
n*gga tried to pop me, n*gga ate a wheelie
Tabo in this b*tch and he acting real silly
CB in this b*tch and you know it's grippy
Grippy, grippy, don't say trippy
Forty on my hippy, n*gga you'll get drippy
Ayy, you can get it b*tch, I don't give a f*ck, ho
Pull up with that thirty, smoke your ass like some like some crack though
We don't smoke none of, none of that though
Get your, get your b*tch ass smacked though, ayy
And I always keep a f*cking stack ho
And my pockets big big, yeah that's a fat ho, ugh
Yeah, that's a fat ho
And I'm in this b*tch leaning like I'm Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, and my heart slow
I can't love a b*tch 'cause you know my heart cold, b*tch
Jeepers creepers, scarecrow
And a n*gga get stomped in some shell toes
Yeah, yeah, I don't rock no velcro
Yeah, yeah, I don't rock no velcro, b*tch