Don’t Start Me lyrics

[Intro]
Rah, ooh
b*tch you shouldn't have started me
Okay, b*tch you shouldn't have started me
Rifle clap you faster then your heartbeat

[Verse]
I'll put that metal on a b*tch just like a horseshoe
Go anywhere and step just like a horse do
Your b*tch a bopper, when you at work I'm the one she give your f*ckin' car to
Plus I hold your daughter, your son, and your lil boy too
I'm dumb, I'll sit on your couch and roll a blunt
I'll cut on your TV and Sanford & Son
Your lil boy doin' all that whining, b*tch I'm finna slap your son
'Cause that's the only way your pus*y ass gon' get your gun
You ain't gutter, I don't know who the f*ck done put that in your head
I don't know who the f*ck done told you Whop Bezzy was scared
If I can't catch your ass slippin', I'll go and get your mama head
Glock with the extension clip long as a baby leg
I'm gon' do you down bad, it's over with
Shoot you in your ribs and make your f*ckin' shoulder twist
Got so many firearms, a n*gga shoulder-less
He ain't wanna run until he heard that f*cking cutter spit
My girl diving behind me, plus she'll cut a b*tch
I'm slicker than some butter b*tch
I'll cuff anything but a b*tch
I'll trust anything but a snitch
This ain't no kiddy pool, this water deeper than a b*tch
You know I'm with that f*ck a n*gga b*tch
She ain't even brush her teeth but tryna suck a n*gga di*k
Your pus*y ass still talkin' sh*t?
I still got on your slippers, playin' your game b*tch
I always hug your baby mama, b*tch I never kiss
I could've said your name but I don't want 'em in my mix
Like a Smith & Wesson, b*tch you should've took a di*k
All that sh*t you doing, boy u acting like a ho
Whats the point of you cuffin' when you know that I can hit?
I'm still with the sh*ts, you never was, get off my di*k
Your mama come in my yard, sh*t I'm gon' crack her with a stick
I'm Wrecking Crew Whop Bezzy, known to flash on a b*tch
You ever take some' from me, I'm gon' take my f*ckin' lick
I ain't have no arms to fight, b*tch I'll kick
Ruger my favorite firearm, this b*tch ain't got no kick
I can see it in my dreams, how I'ma walk down and hit
When I aim it I don't miss, how you gangster and be walkin' with a twist?
Carbon hold a hundred, make me shoot a flick
This b*tch done blast and flash like a pic
I'm really with the sh*ts, ooh I'm really with the sh*ts
b*tch I'll bat you in your sh*t, duh