Sneaky "B"

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Me and Jay, is not blood, but we real family
(I was just playin', I was just playin', man, you feel me?)
Like blood don't make you family, bro
Alright
I feel like Superman, with this S on my chest
Fuck around and put a TEC to your neck, let that bitch squeeze
Like, leave the bitch alone, let that bitch breathe, you know she with me
She with the Gaffle Boyz, she get anything she want
I hit Lennox, I'll buy anything I want
Everything I want, hahaha
One day I had to do some shit 'cause they said I won't
I always do shit that I said I don't
Damn, bitch, you ain't give a rich nigga head before?
Why your head slow? You gotta move fast
You gotta be sloppy, I gotta, uh
I got a new pass, I gotta go somewhere
Caught a body, when I had to fade, I had to grow some hair
I stand on so much business I don't own a chair
I'm with a young smacker, he done killed more people than Corona did
Yeah, I'm in a four-wheel drive SUV doin' donuts in it
It's a supercharged, my money super large
You ain't gotta believe anything I said, but the scooter bar
'Cause I told the truth
When them niggas get on your ass, and you called my phone, nigga, who rode wit' you?
Who blowed wit' you?
We slid out a '25 rental and a old-school
The Escalade V sound like a crybaby
She been off some janky shit but that's my baby
Put your hands on Rio, you gon' die, crazy
Shit end July 11th, but I feel like I made it
'Cause it's June 2nd, I got a month left
Ain't no more weed, I got a blunt left
Ain't no more drank, I got a cup left
I looked in the cup and it wasn't nothin' left
Damn, what the fuck, Lil' Tay drunk my cup?
Damn, bae, my dick won't get hard, can you suck my nuts?
Unc' want some zaza, I rolled unc' a blunt
I seen it on camera, it was 'fah-fah' then a bunch of blood
They hit him in his motherfuckin' motherboard
Yep, I knew his ass was dead, they had to cover for him, like a white sheet
Ain't no abandoned cribs on this block, bro, is this the right street?
Damn, know I grew up in the trenches, I ain't used to this
I ain't sell dope, I was rappin' 'bout movin' bricks and shootin' sticks
I ain't never shot nobody, I ain't doin' shit
Bitch, I'm innocent
I ain't rapped in two weeks, feel like it been a minute
Kill over the ho, that nigga chicken tender
I'm talkin' real chicken tender with some lemon pepper
Caught him and his ho at yoga club, they got stretched together
I had a twelve of drank, but I kept eleven
I can have twelve eighths and wouldn't sell a seven
'Less you my lil' brother, and you'll drink it with me
I gotta cut you off if I ever even think you slippin'
I think I'm trippin'
They said that nigga died then they say he missin'
That nigga tried me Sunday, then it's weekend ended
I was finna spray that red nigga car but blick was in it
I took a yellow bar, now I'm sleepin' in her
She is not my bitch, I be creepin' wit' her
I don't be sleepin' wit' her
I be hittin' her on the floor, in the bathroom, the studio, I'm beatin' shit
Swear to God, nigga, you can beat the switch
You gotta take it off and eat the bitch