Wrong lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
This is a Dolan Beats production
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
For that check, ayy, I break her arm, ayy
He ain't talkin' right, ayy, ring alarms, ayy

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, for that check, ayy, I break her arm, ayy
He ain't talkin' right, ayy, ring alarms, ayy
Give that choppa to my partner, he gon' rain a storm, ayy, ayy, ayy
And we do this snow, sleet, hail, even storm, ayy
Get hit with concrete shells in your dome, ayy
Then off that handout, your damn thot, I hit her wrong
Can’t even stand on my damn block, cops want me gone, ayy
Can't stand me, sit your legs down, or head it home

[Verse 1]
I don't care what no one say, she say that I did her wrong
Don't care what no one think, he think that I did him wrong
Think I did you wrong? You need to hear this song
I ain't do ya wrong, sh*t, all I'm doing is getting money
I ain't lickin' coochie, I'm lickin' money
Aim at your medulla, you got a pimple bumper
It's me and my tool, so have a simple comment
Like the simply beauty supply, we simply comin'
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, for that check, ayy, I break her arm, ayy
He ain't talkin' right, ayy, ring alarms, ayy
Give that choppa to my partner, he gon' rain a storm, ayy, ayy, ayy
And we do this snow, sleet, hail, even storm, ayy
Get hit with concrete shells in your dome, ayy
Then off that handout, your damn thot, I hit her wrong
Can’t even stand on my damn block, cops want me gone, ayy
Can't stand me, sit your legs down, or head it home

[Verse 2]
TEC go ratata, so does rat-tac MAC
I spent the ratatat on a goddamn hat
I ain't even worried, lil foe'nem got it
I ain't even worried, lil foe'nem got me, ayy
I'll have shhhh come through do ya sloppy
Have your b*tch shhhh, he like, "She'll slap me"
My shooter name, shhhh, he will catch ya lackin'
That n*gga name, "Shhh", we gon' catch him trappin'
Lil Reese, skrrt, skrrt, catch him in traffic
Since I make magic, I think I'm a lucky bast*rd
Since I was little Keef on the block, it was Jurrasic
You got a pistol? Then n*gga blast it

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, for that check, ayy, I break her arm, ayy
He ain't talkin' right, ayy, ring alarms, ayy
Give that choppa to my partner, he gon' rain a storm, ayy, ayy, ayy
And we do this snow, sleet, hail, even storm, ayy
Get hit with concrete shells in your dome, ayy
Then off that handout, your damn thot, I hit her wrong
Can’t even stand on my damn block, cops want me gone, ayy
Can't stand me, sit your legs down, or head it home
[Outro]
This is a Dolan Beats production