BUHBUHBUH (feat. Lil Oats & JJCOUS)

Yeah
Bitch I been gone, we scratching shit like bingo
I dont hide no more, you duckin shit like limbo
Northside what it is, im sending shots right to the tempo
Ay, red keys and i got it off the lot
Yeah, Pyrex, yeah we came off the pot
Let me know if you ready or not
My heart cold, so we keeping it
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Fuck yo buisness nigga
Sipping drank fuck up my kidney nigga
This a prank you gotta be kidding me nigga
Is you against or is you with me nigga
Shit, Northside know we winning nigga
And my checks just getting bigger bigger
Put a ring up on my trigger finger
Started this im all they father figures
High IQ shawty she giving me brain
I might as well go straight to college
Im getting tired of breaking my back
Cus these niggas dont know how to lock in
Yeah I givenchy and birkin my bag
Cus a nigga got too many profits
You might as well call me Twinuzis
the bentley inside made of mufuckin chocolate

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot

I step outside my shooters with me bet he aint missing
Lil bitch you broke, thats cold and flu though
Bitch you aint sippin
Dont touch that pop, it aint no soda
I mixed drank in it
My dawg he tried to kick the cup
But he just cant quit it
Dont trust that score, them niggas dying
They cant fuck with us
And if we see them niggas on his street
Up our guns and such
My last album fucked em up, but I wont drop deluxe
Got 40 god damn hunnid shots, you see them monkey nuts
A nigga reach for his piece
Bitch keep yo hands above your waist
And we dont shoot at niggas bodies
We tryna take your face
And yo big brother got that belt
You next, you gon get spanked
You niggas aint did shit in these streets
Lil bitch I earned my rank, yeah

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (yeah)
Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot (yeah)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot

Yeah he not talking bout shit he lazy
Niggas be pussy as fuck, yuh
And im just cooling around with my gang
Because im just cooling and shit, yuh
Man im tryna fuck that bitch from the back
Cuz you know im not talkin her butt, yuh
Nigga not talking bout fucking shit
Cus these niggas not talking bout stuff, yuh
Nigga not talking bout shit, yuh
Tying my shoes in this bitch, yuh
Tying my shoes and the glock an eraser
We gon erase this bitch
We gon erase his ass then, cuz my niggas dont give no fuck
Im from Atlanta we pouring them fours,
We putting that shit in the trunk yuh
Im just from Canada, I got Canadian niggas
They up in the truck, yuh
If you wanna talk shit bout me
Me and my niggas we dont give a fuck
Call up Jordan and Lil Oats, yuh
Niggas know just that im ready
I got a glock on fire, im a shooter
Call me Ja Morant, im ready, yuh
Im lazy as fuck
Right now I dont even like rapping
Man I dont even like trapping
Smoking on gas cus this shit get me happy, yuh
Im one of the littest in the game
Yeah im going insane
Yuh, what, what, what, yuh