CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : R3kless

You're it
You?re it
You're it, quitsies
Anti-quitsies, you're it, quitsies, no anti-quitsies, no startsies (B*t*h)
You can?t do?that
Can?too
Cannot, stamped it
Can?too, double stamped it, no erasies

Damn,?I'm 'bout to fall
My bars like a car with bad brakes, they don't stop at all
Dog dropped the top on his whip, I knocked his top off
Brand new .308, the bullets lookin' like some hot dogs

N***a pulled a gun out on me, that wasn't smart at all
Knocked his a** out before he got to let a shot off
Caught another blow to the nose, now he got lockjaw
A five in one pop and this b*t*h lookin' like hot sauce

I just left the stu' and bought a four from my auntie Lisa
Poked him twice and left him on the bed, it was Tempur-Pedic
Sh*t real, promoters tryna book us for a show in Cleveland
Pu**y had a lil? stench on it, but the head strategic
I just drunk a whole pint, now I got amnesia
I can?t remember that b*t*h name, but the pu**y decent
Me and Mike both f**ked that ho, you a pu**y eater
Know she suck d**k, she got big lips and crooked teefus

Me and Rio made a new wave, but they ain't keepin? up
Bang Dumb and Dumb3r out your sh*t and f**k the speakers up
Plug pulled up on me yesterday, threw a key in the truck
Bro, I think this crazy b*t*h outside, she keyin' your truck
Don't lie to me, baby, just be upfront
Unc' slid down in somethin? with the big B in the front
Pa**ed up all you rap n***as, now we in the front
Got his ho on tip, suckin' d**k, pourin' lean in cups

Drop a n***a like I just made him pee in a cup
Cookie strong as f**k, I just put Hercules in a blunt
Smoke seven grams of Berner Cookie, now I'm seekin' Runtz
Pop a n***a on a Friday night and f**k his weekend up
Me and Mike be on some stupid sh*t
Muzzle on the chop, that b*t*h sound like it's pootin' and sh*ttin'
Pull up to the courthouse with a Glock, they losin' the witness
Hit him two times in his head, he pooed in his britches
Stamped it
Can too, double stamped it, no erasies
Cannot, triple stamped it, no erasies, touch blue, make it true
No, no, you can't triple stamp a double stamp
You can't triple stamp a double stamp, Lloyd
You can't triple stamp a double stamp
Lloyd, Lloyd (Guys)

Oh, y'all thought it's over?
Pop a n***a, stuff him in a box, now he claustrophobic
Young dog don't sip lean no more, but he often roll it
Caught an opp slippin' at the light and he lost composure
Now we in a different bag
Got some head and scratched off on her and gave her whiplash
Rio poured up a cream soda until it looked black
Young n***a f**kin' on my old teacher from gym cla**

I just scored a gla** pint of red, you drinkin' SlimFast
F**k her good since me and bro been in a gym bag
Really plugged in, f**k a pint, I got a script pad
My coke plug stay in Texas, met him at 6 Flags
I got that sh*t on me
N***a think we finna throw the hands, I whipped out stick on him
Shot him more than twenty-some times and dropped the clip on him
Four eights of red, that's two pints, I got a fifth on me