Alphabet Soup lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy, I told the b*tch, "Want f*ck?" Gotta get real right
And I dump out the X, it's the MP until that b*tch empty (Bah)
Get light, now the clip feel right
Hol' up, rollin' like dice, on the block walkin' down like Christ on water and bussin' that pipe
Hol' up, clutchin' that scar give a f*ck 'bout height
And the streets gettin' dark, finna cut on that light
With the SLR, I'm converting that Glick
Hop out SRT, get to workin' that b*tch
He don't even know I be workin' that b*tch (Ayy)
She get right on her knees, I don't flirt with that b*tch
I get the word n*gga poppin' that sh*t (Ayy), he be eatin' on alphabet soup (Ayy), watch yo' words in this b*tch
Dumb n*gga Birkin the b*tch, boy you stupid as f*ck
If she get sh*t from me (Ayy), she deservin' the sh*t (Stupid f*ck)

[Verse]
Big red button on my choppa, just click it
And f*ck n*gga get put in this 'Wood
Got a bad ass redbone ridin' with me (Ayy), I ain't gotta explain that sh*t been understood
Baby know what it is, sh*t whatever you need then I got, you know that it's good
f*ck n*gga walkin' up on me like everything good
I got PTSD he get hit through the hood (Bah-bah)
We gon skrrt the f*ck off, gettin' violent
Potato the barrel, this b*tch gettin' silent
Just shut the f*ck up if you in my vicinity (Ayy, shut the f*ck up)
Thermal the scope we be seeing through houses, from miles away
I'm on that Kodak sh*t, n*gga play tough and go out like a b*tch (Go out like a ho)
Jus' for tryin' that sh*t (Ayy), jus' for tryin' that sh*t, n*gga gon' lie in that ditch (He go out like a b*tch)
Cause of a death, homicide, he dead (Uh)
Them bullets just like sh*t I say (Ayy), how they fly in his head
f*ck n*gga was lyin' online on live, now the n*gga just lyin' there dead (Lyin' online)
n*gga hide in his house, he gon' die in his couch
We gon' wrap that boy up like a spider in a web
Got a yellowbone b*tch who gon' be in the bed, 'cause the redbone b*tch say she don't give no head
What the f*ck? Ayy, what, f*ck
You lovin' that thot, but that b*tch is a sl*t
That ho a bum (Ayy), I don't know her profession (Ayy), but I know one thing she good for is the suck (Good for the suck)
I think she psycho, I kinda like though
Head game crazy, this b*tch is a nut (That b*tch crazy)
I might give a b*tch di*k, I might give a b*tch n*gga this clip, but I guarantee don't give a f*ck
Ayy, ayy (Shh)
[Chorus]
Ayy, I told the b*tch, "Want f*ck?" Gotta get real right
And I dump out the X, it's the MP until that b*tch empty (Bah)
Get light, now the clip feel right
Hol' up, rollin' like dice, on the block walkin' down like Christ on water and bussin' that pipe
Hol' up, clutchin' that scar give a f*ck 'bout height
And the streets gettin' dark, finna cut on that light
With the SLR, I'm converting that Glick (Ayy)
Hop out SRT, get to workin' that b*tch
He don't even know I be workin' that b*tch (Ayy)
She get right on her knees, I don't flirt with that b*tch
I get the word n*gga poppin' that sh*t (Ayy), he be eatin' on alphabet soup (Ayy), watch yo' words in this b*tch
Dumb n*gga Birkin the b*tch, boy you stupid as f*ck
If she get sh*t from me (Ayy), she deservin' the sh*t, yeah