Pc lyrics

[Intro]
(Look at me, n*gga)
(Boy-)
(Boy-)

[Verse]
n*gga tryna talk on me, lil' n*gga, you a b*tch! Hold on... (n*gga, you a b*tch!)
(f*ck YOU, n*ggA)
Told my dog, "Just chill, we finna get RICH!" Hol' on... (Finna get RICH!)
Ayy...
Feel like Lilo, b*tch, I'm slidin' with a STITCH... (I'm slidin' with a STITCH...)
(Straight like that, n*gga)
Le-Leave a XXL Freshman in a ditch! Hol' on... (Leave 'em in a hole!!!)
Mama said, "Boy, why the f*ck you ridin' with a switch?" (Why you ride with switch???)
Ayy...
We-We don't f*ck with him 'cause he snitched! ('Cause he told!!!)
What? Damn...
Bullets hit his chest like some Vicks, ayy
Exclamation point, that's my type of fashion, damn (What y'all see me, do this on the video-)
Juggin' these n*ggas, my favorite passion (Did I not?)
Damn, underground n*gga, you NOT lastin'
Run into 'em live action, they finna cast 'em (They finna-)
Ayy, what? (What?)
b*tch, I dunk sh*t like Lеbron, n*gga, ayy (Dunk sh*t like Lebron)
I can't kick no cup, I ain't Sean, n*gga, ayy
I was 10 hangin' with thеm Con's, n*gga (Con's)
MBLOCK, b*tch, I'm the real Don, n*gga (Real Don)
I had AK's up in DC (DC)
Don't play his sh*t, that sh*t feces (That sh*t trash!)
That boy sweet as f*ck like some Reese's (Like some Reese's)
He was locked up, he was in PC