Point Em Out lyrics

[Verse]
What the f*ck are they talkin' bout? f*ck with me, he gon' need a stretcher to walk him out
Three years in, and you still wanna b*tch and pout
Lame ass n*gga, still doing sh*t for f*ckin' clout
Aye, if I catch you walkin', f*ck n*gga, I'ma point it out (Yuh)
Boy you a b*tch, if I see you, I'ma point it out
It's all good right now, you can run around
Run around, but when I see you, I'ma hunt you down
You think I'm playing, but Riven don't play around
Get left [?] like, "f*ck it, I'ma beat 'em down"

[Hook]
Weed 'em out, yeah, pus*y n*ggas, weed 'em out
Big amounts, yeah, yeah I'm counting big amounts
Dig him out, yeah, leave him in the ground, dig him out
Smack him in his face, now this n*gga tweakin' out

[Verse]
Take him out, uh, I'm not talkin' eating out
On God, if I see him, I'ma let my demons out
Call 911, leave this n*gga bleeding out (Aye)
f*ck, uh, this n*gga got me heated now
And he tried to talk slick, on yo' IG
f*ck if you like me, please come try me, please come fight me
Boy talk too much
Pull up, do sum, but you won't do nun
I see him run, he got a show but nobody watched it, nobody caught it
Yeah, lame ass n*gga, nobody saw that sh*t
Talk that sh*t cause he think that he hot sh*t (b*tch)
I'm sorry you not on sh*t
I'm sorry you broke, I'm sorry you not as stiff
f*ck your table, I dance on yo' sh*t
Fake rapper? Okay but my bands they legit (Yuh)
Your boy he a b*tch too, I want [?]
If you gon' run up, I advise you to commit

What the f*ck are they talkin' bout? f*ck with me, he gon' need a stretcher to walk him out
Three years in, and you still wanna b*tch and pout
Lame ass n*gga, still doing sh*t for f*ckin' clout
Aye, if I catch you walkin', f*ck n*gga, I'ma point it out (Yuh)
Boy you a b*tch, if I see you, I'ma point it out
It's all good right now, you can run around
Run around, but when I see you, I'ma hunt you down
You think I'm playing, but Riven don't play around
Get left [?] like, "f*ck it, I'ma beat 'em down"

[Hook]
Weed 'em out, yeah, pus*y n*ggas, weed 'em out
Big amounts, yeah, yeah I'm counting big amounts
Dig him out, yeah, leave him in the ground, dig him out
Smack him in his face, now this n*gga tweakin' out

[Outro]
And you f*ckin' with minors, you a kid
Man-man f*ck it, I'm tired of this sh*t
And we know you a liar in this b*tch (Yuh)
Want smoke? We can start a fire in this b*tch
(Fah, fah!)
Lie him in a ditch, his fit in the ground while I'm flyer than a b*tch