Sundae lyrics

[Verse 1]
Trap beat on a Sunday, all my n*ggas with gunplay
Model b*tch, she on the runway
I'm in the beehive, n*gga, no Beyoncé
All these pounds might make a pound cake
I'ma slime, lil n*gga, I am a snake
Everywhere I go keep the Drake (Draco on 'em)
Y'all n*gga behind me like a license plate (behind YL)
Y'all n*ggas ain't really with me
Y'all n*ggas be really against me
He he, police call that n*gga lil piggy, hol' up, you a f*ckin' faggot
Came up in that b*tch with tools, look like go-go gadget
I'm up in that motherf*cker dancing with my bruddas
Got that f*ckin' choppa on me, knock ya down
Word round town I got plenty... I can't say that sh*t no mo'
Got the feds at my mama door (Sorry, mama)
They takin' pictures of that n*gga YL
I told 'em I'll send you straight to hell
Got that f*ckin' stick and ya know we banging
And my f*ckin' block hotter then a furnace
I'm up in this b*tch, I feel like PeeWee Herman
Got that choppa he gon' dance like PeeWee Herman
I am BG with f*ckin' skinnies on
I got plenty plays on my trap phone
I'm up in this b*tch with juggin' with my bros
Y'all lil n*gga be hoes, y'all n*gga get exposed
I got that .9 choppa don't make me unload it
Y’all lil n*gga pus*y, y'all n*ggas would fold
I heard you got indicted and that n*gga told
Wonder why them boys lookin' for me [?]
If you play with my gang, we gon' wipe ya nose
I'ma have to motherf*ckin' go brazy
Shoutout to my lil bro Brazy
730 he say it's his motherf*ckin' word
I'm up in this bih, with yo f*ckin' girl
And that choppa spin yo block like a f*ckin' world
When I'm in this b*tch with my twins
We'll shoot it out with ya kins