INTERNET THUG lyrics

[Verse]
Glock on my hip when I ride I might slide by
Don't give a f*ck about a kid we doing drive by's
Connected with your b*tch like my name was lil' Wifi
Now I'm on her TV so she call me lil' sci-fi
Push up in that Benz all black with the blue tint
He don't got a plan so I mapped up with the blueprint
I'm f*cking any b*tch yeah a n*gga could get used to this
A thousand on some jeans yeah a n*gga with the foolish sh*t
I ain't f*ck with jail cause the sh*t was hella' cold
I can't stand a f*ckin' snitch I'ma beat whoever told
Told my ex I was over her, I ain't f*cking you no more
And she acting kinda bold now she front seat at the shows
Blueberry, cherry, raspberry, smoothie be the seats
Candy paint, canary yellow, if a n*gga want the heat
I really ain't shaking hands what your friendship do to me
If a n*gga want some smoke, then we pop him like some grease
Counting bands on a n*gga cause lil' Candy bout his cheese
I'll drench your whole team so they call me lemon squeeze
Give a f*ck about the cops, OCA about they bread
We'll leave a n*gga dead if he talking to the feds
If you wake up in the morning and you feeling kinda fresh
Just play this f*cking song and I bet you'll count some bread
f*ck that b*tch on twitter she ain't really doing sh*t
She ain't really counting up cause she steady on my di*k
(Aye)