Got it Tucked

Huh, huh, huh

Huh, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (yeah, Four3va)

Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh

Huh, huh

Huh, she tryna show her titties to me, huh

I never asked her for the pussy, she chose to give it to me, huh

And we givin' out belts, put belt to ass for all the rookies, huh

Fuck I look like bein' scared? Got Drac' for all you pussies

Don't look like it's on me, but I got it tucked, huh

One wrong move, I'm shootin' at everybody, I don't give a fuck

We don't clique up, this shit for everybody, we'll send it up, huh

Duckin' and dodgin' from the feds probably, that's why I don't talk

Smokin' on 'za, gettin' to my head probably, that's why I'm stuck

Can fuck, but can't trust

These hoes ain't shit, fucked up we gotta love, but can't lust

They mad at us 'cause we don't dick ride, that shit ain't us

Can't leave it at the house, the opps can't wait to paint us, huh

Uppin' blick on me just like robbin' a bank truck

Lil' bro be havin' that blick, he ain't goin' for shit, you need to thank bro

Before you crash out 'bout a bitch, you need to think, bro

When you go down the road, she still gon' do the same stuff

Gemini, misunderstood, nobody understand how it feel

Hate when niggas be tryna pick a certain day to turn real, huh

Ain't a struggle no more, we all in the high hills

This shit way better than the trenches, think I wanna die here

Huh, she tryna show her titties to me, huh

I never asked her for the pussy, she chose to give it to me, huh

And we givin' out belts, put belt to ass for all the rookies, huh

Fuck I look like bein' scared? Got Drac' for all you pussies

Don't look like it's on me, but I got it tucked, huh

One wrong move, I'm shootin' at everybody, I don't give a fuck, huh

We don't clique up, this shit for everybody, we'll send it up, huh

Duckin' and dodgin' from the feds probably, that's why I don't talk

Who that is? Who you know? Who your folks? Blick him

We can't leave no witnesses, gotta kill whoever with him

In two cars shootin' different ways, had to banana split him

Think they finna run us over, we just gonna blitz them

Your boyfriend got bitch in him and my Glock got crits in 'em

Opp hoes love comin' to the trap, yeah, this the givin'-dick center

Baby, we all know you a scram, it been like hella dicks in you

Rob her daddy, she play with my heart, no, I ain't goin' for shit, nigga

Yeah, we kick it from time to time, it's love and you my nigga

Niggas know this shit get slime, I'll crash, I see you with 'em

See an opp, and I'm face to face, I aim above the rim, nigga

Niggas can say what they wanna say, just know we don't fuck with them, nigga

You know I'm bustin' them, nigga

Huh, she tryna show her titties to me, huh

I never asked her for the pussy, she chose to give it to me, huh

And we givin' out belts, put belt to ass for all the rookies, huh

Fuck I look like bein' scared? Got Drac' for all you pussies

Don't look like it's on me, but I got it tucked, huh

One wrong move, I'm shootin' at everybody, I don't give a fuck, huh

We don't clique up, this shit for everybody, we'll send it up, huh

Duckin' and dodgin' from the feds probably, that's why I don't talK