Aey lyrics

[Intro]
(This is a YP exclu-clusive)
(Energy made this one)
No cap n*gga, I'm-
I'm really in this b*tch [?] sippin' on like codeine right now, look
n*gga on God right now this shi' look like codeine, look

[Verse]
My n*gga just caught a opp
And he say he finna kill him
n*gga stop flexin' at stores
Man we know that it's a rental
[?] drum with a Glock
It sound like instrumental
And yeah, n*gga is runnin' his mouth too much
So he got hit in his temple
Ridin' 'round LA with big body
And with a Mac
Every time I check my phone
A new n*gga gettin' whacked
I just made like ten bands
Count it up, in a track
XD get to bustin', yeah
He runnin' like he in track
My n*ggas love fast cars
So you know they in them Tracks
What n*gga? Or them 'Cats n*gga?
Wait hold on, wait
And them Scats n*gga?
And I'm in LA with gang
Put 'em on my back n*gga
And I swear to God
I don't really f*ck with these rap n*ggas
Caught him by surprise
Now that n*gga in the atmosphere
My b*tch ass so fat and so round
Like a damn sphere
Yo' ho finna eat the whole gang n*gga
Soon as she get here
This ho gettin' on my nerves
I swear she need Jesus
I pour like six lines up
In a damn one liter
I just made like six racks, sippin' drop
Like I got fever
Blue just scored some Wock'
He finna put it in the freezer
That ho, she give good head
But I swear that she a keeper
My n*ggas, they take lives like
That n*gga, he the reaper
Aye, my white n*gga, he keep cash
And he look like Slim Jesus
I can't do nun' for this ho
I swear to God that she need Jesus
Two Glocks on me, run up like that ho
But my name [?]
Jozizzy, he just scored some drank
And it got me cheesin'
Pour up Wock' in pineapple Fanta
sh*t look like the Lakers
That pint that you sippin' on
Ain't sealed, boy you crazy
How the f*ck, you ain't got no racks?
Man these n*ggas, they lazy
That my white ho, she do coke
Would've thought this was the 80's
And my white ho
Kickin' sh*t with my new ho, she asian
Me and Terry in them coupes
On the freeway, speed racin'
Free lil' Will, that's my n*gga, yeah
He incarcerated
Hit yo' whip, with them bullets n*gga
This sh*t can get crazy
It's a switch, on the Glock n*gga
Yeah, sh*t is crazy
And yo' ho, throwin' tricks on di*k
That ho so R Rated
n*ggas lame, tryna steal some swag
Boy, you so outdated
In a Track', bro he got a 'Cat
Yeah, we finna race 'em
And her n*gga think I'm the sh*t
Feel like I'm overrated
Got the drop, from yo' ho n*gga
This sh*t so crazy
In the O, with my loc n*gga
And we smokin' eighthy
I f*cked yo' ho, and you know n*gga
And it's to yo' baby
And I love all my hoes
I'ma give them hoes babies
All my locals, they some hoes
And they really think I made it
All my n*ggas know they role
Now our house real spacious
n*gga, we was on the road
Left his face on the pavement
I switch hoes just like clothes
I swear this sh*t feel amazin'
And my n*ggas ran off on the plug
I think he was Jamaican
And my n*gga yeah, he move the pot
I'm like boy, what you makin'
And my n*gga he just move the dog food
And some cat
You ain't suckin' di*k, b*tch
Then you gotta skate
I'm in LA eatin' lobster n*gga
Hundred dollar plates