Average Civilian lyrics

[Intro]
Aye ha
b*tch
What’s good with y’all young boys
Aye, b*tch aye b*tch aye b*tch, b*tch, b*tch

[Hook]
Got 22 left in this 50 round drum
You wear the same fits lil boy you a bum
I’m not Cuban but I’m sipping this rum
Pop a pus*y n*gga like some bubblegum
Extendo clip and it’s long as a building
I’m tryna get rich I’m tryna make a million
Bad b*tch think she was Brazilian
I’m the chosen one not you’re average civilian
I got a Glock with a stick and it came with a di*k, with a 30 round clip I stuff it in my pocket
223’s backseat with bad b*tches, not from Houston but I got them Rockets
I don’t f*ck around with your energy lil b*tch I don’t love you I’m focused on profits
I don’t f*ck around with my energy lil b*tch I don’t love you I love economics

[Verse 1]
I could be your favorite soda still wouldn’t pop me
If you were a stop sign you still wouldn’t stop me
Bad b*tch suck my di*k and she sloppy
Duplicate these bands, I call that a copy
Not a cameraman, I got the clip
Not a poet man this sh*t off the rip
I’m not a chip, but I gotta dip
I’m a real n*gga, not Blood or a Crip
[Verse 2]
Choppa with a beam I aim it at your tummy
Murder a n*gga wrap him like a mummy
Lil b*tch c’mere you’re boyfriend is bummy
I’m sucking them toes, goddamn they yummy
I shoot that n*gga till he take his last breath
I shoot at that n*gga till he bleeds to death
I’m balling too hard, it’s a foul call the ref
Are you hearing these bars my G are you deaf?
I’m spitting this heat like I live in Miami
I’m spitting this heat you can call me a dragon
I rap for fun, I don’t need a Grammy
I’ll tackle a n*gga like I play Madden
I keep them poles on me just like a stripper
You making money, I make money quicker
My last b*tch was thicc but new b*tch is thicker
That b*tch she stuck to me just like a sticker

[Hook]
Got 22 left in this 50 round drum
You wear the same fits lil boy you a bum
I’m not Cuban but I’m sipping this rum
Pop a pus*y n*gga like some bubblegum
Extendo clip and it’s long as a building
I’m tryna get rich I’m tryna make a million
Bad b*tch think she was Brazilian
I’m the chosen one not you’re average civilian
I got a Glock with a stick and it came with a di*k, with a 30 round clip I stuff it in my pocket
223’s backseat with bad b*tches, not from Houston but I got them Rockets
I don’t f*ck around with your energy lil b*tch I don’t love you I’m focused on profits
I don’t f*ck around with my energy lil b*tch I don’t love you I love economics