[Intro]

Gang, haha

Solo rapping, nigga

Look

[Verse 1]

This bitch wants some work, guess that’s why she tryna flirt

Her hands in my pants, she wants my hand up her skirt

She topping so lovely while I'm speeding, make me skrrt

She my lil' bitch but if she leave I won’t be hurt

'Cause I don’t got bitches, bitches got me (They do)

She said she got man, well, bitch, it’s not me

They say they don’t catch feelings, then they always shock me

I run it up and watch my niggas copy

Bitches tryna clock me, but I'm only out here cheating with the street

Getting money I ain’t creeping in these streets

I ain’t beefing in the Tweets

Sad to say, I'm still beefing in the streets

Why I gotta keep a heater in my briefs

But right now it’s on the dresser, 'cause I got your bitch

She up in ma briefs, hit that ass up, I won't see her for a week

Shit, we hardly ever speak, 'cause her nigga not my man, he a fan

She don’t want his ass to find out I be slayin'

I just fuck when he at work, work, work, work, work

I hope he don’t perp, perp, perp, perp, perp

I will fold him in the dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt

He slow, go go berzerk, zerk, zerk, zerk, zerk

Shoot him in the head, one time for the one time (Whoop)

Diss me, I'ma swing, fuck a punchline (Fuck 'em)

Fuck school time, I was hungry in the lunch line

And now a nigga eatin' good, like it’s lunchtime

And my squad all up nah, really though (Squad)

Go be the realest nigga running through your city though

And we be cooling, we don’t trip, I'm not skinny though

'Cause I might pull up and take your bitch, pop a wheelie, Mo (Skrrt)

Bitches love a nigga though, now 'cause the buzz up

When we was broke, remember they ain’t never loved us (Since when)

Bitches in the club showing love, they walk up like, "That’s Will"

Pipe down, right, shawty, like you real tight

Say you wanna club, probably wanna have a real night

I'm like, what we doing? She like whatever you feel like

And she had a ass in a dress that was real tight

I don’t think she plotting but I'm watching cause she still might

So we left the club, told her, "We gon' have a chill night"

Took her to the squad house, and gave her ass some real pipe

It’s time to block her number now, shawty ain’t the chill type

Double text me everyday, now I know she real type

[Outro]

Look, she got her ass work, work, work, work, work

Hello? Hello? No, I'ma call you back

Hey, squad, double SL (SSL) chill man

Its WillThaRapper, nigga

Fuck wrong with her

Gang