Hide & Seek lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, b*tch, I'm hoppin' out that
What? b*tch, I'm hoppin' out this— yeah, okay
What up, Jose?
(Jose the Plug)

[Verse]
Hoppin' out the suicide doors doin' homicides
Heard my opp a silverspoon, I'll get his mama robbed
Need at least an M to get my name on that dotted line
They keep askin' 'bout that last opp, oh, he not alive
I ain't took no Ls, still know how to drive
Ain't had pocket change, now I'm poppin' dimes
Up a drum like DJ when it's drama time
Quick to blow that whistle like a ref if he get out of line
They think it's fresh up off the skillet how I'm blowin' chicken
Your b*tch the G-O-A-T with it how she blowin' di*k
Bet I drop a dollar on him if he owe a cent
Baccarat and zotti my aroma, b*tches know the scent
I could sell a b*tch a dream like she Coretta Scott
I'm gon' pop if you reachin', boy, you better not
I got sick of my old b*tch, new b*tch got wetter WAP
I only trust in numbers, I think letters lie
Your b*tch eatin' healthy, got her in here pickle blowin'
b*tch could be a dime, I wouldn't spend a nickel on it
Spent four-fifty on a shirt 'cause Virgil scribbled on it
How I'm sh*ttin' on 'em daily, boy, this sh*t look simple, don't it?
Go against whoever, I don't pick opponents
I don't f*ck with Morty, all my Rick is Owens
Chemist in the Lab how I whip up potion
Told your ho I got the mag, showed that b*tch a Trojan
I'm tired of oppies playin' hide and seek
Mini Drac' his minivan, I catch that Odyssey
Throw my b*tch in 'Lenciaga, she ain't rockin' Pink
ARP go bada-boom, Glock, it go bada-bing
Your b*tch in that room hittin' notes, taught her how to sing
Piggies ever ask what I know, tell 'em not a thing
Bougie-ass Glock, keep the pole in designer jeans
You ain't gotta ask what I want, it's the finer things
Okay
Tell a b*tch that I looked everywhere, ain't find a f*ck to give
Find it funny, I be f*ckin' on her, you be f*ckin' with her
He gon' fight the Glocky, think I'm racist, I won't touch a n*gga
That sh*t silly as hell
Alright, alright, alright, alright, come on
Got your b*tch leaf blowin' 'cause she know I rake pros
b*tch know I'm on, off how she take clothes
Middle finger every pic, b*tch, I can't pose
b*tch, I'm plugged in everywhere like some LEGOs, no cap
Make the ho believe in Bigfoot, the sneakers Triple S
Camera, Bnb, your b*tch and me, we made a triple-X
Funny, ever since we started beefin', opps been livin' less
I just check my bank account if I get depressed
This sh*t get heavy, b*tch, we pitchin', opps gon' get the press
I already mastered scammin', I might get the 'Rex
I go buy a weapon every time I get a threat
sh*t, f*ck it, I'm done rappin', bro, no cap, no cap