Stephen Thompson lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Chorus]
We got flicked on the road and had to switch the driver
This a pistol, but this b*tch long like a f*ckin' rifle
You done did too many dinos, b*tch, I won't wife you
Grown-ass, chatty-ass n*gga, don't nobody like you
In these boots, we'll step on your ass like we goin' hiking
I know bro'll go to war for me, he a f*ckin' viking
If you see a n*gga ridin' in a rental, he probably a f*ckin' swiper
Hittin' this lil' b*tch from the back, her pus*y gettin' tighter

[Verse]
I just popped this Percocet, now I'm tryna fight it
Hit his mans with this ten-milli', now they not united
If you wanna beat a case, you gotta keep quiet
Sellin' every eighth for twenty-five, I got cheap fire
Shoot so many shots out this Drac', they like, "Cease fire"
Seen this lil' b*tch in the mall, I'm like, "She's fire"
No, you can't sign to YSR, we is not hirin'
I'm the n*gga in the back shootin', I am not the driver
Bro just got a four of Trish in, shout-out Doctor Howard
n*gga, I swear to God, I make a hundred like every hour
Same clothes for a week, I need to take a shower
I don't sell wholesale sh*t, I be breakin' down it
Shot they crib up so damn much, they just vacant-housed it
Hood baby, I used to shoot dice in them basement houses
If he get fresh while a n*gga owe me money, we gon' shake him out it
Broke n*gga, and your raps wack, I hope you make it out it
That lil' chain ain't sh*t, you paid five thousand
Paid a band for these shoes, that ain't sh*t but five ounces
Drunk as hell, trippin' in the club, almost fought a bouncer
You talkin' 'bout your problems on the 'net, n*gga, see a counselor
Hittin' this b*tch from the back, told this b*tch to bounce it
When me and bro got our gun, we like Steph and Thompson
You be snitchin' on the low, I know you work with coppers
Touch this chain on my neck and we gon' slide with choppers
[Chorus]
We got flicked on the road and had to switch the driver
This a pistol, but this b*tch long like a f*ckin' rifle
You done did too many dinos, b*tch, I won't wife you
Grown-ass, chatty-ass n*gga, don't nobody like you
In these boots, we'll step on your ass like we goin' hiking
I know bro'll go to war for me, he a f*ckin' viking
If you see a n*gga ridin' in a rental, he probably a f*ckin' swiper
Hittin' this lil' b*tch from the back, her pus*y gettin' tighter