​analysts lyrics

[Intro]
(Lose, L-L-L-)
(You loser)

[Verse 1]
Hoes on my di*k
Hoes on my di*k 'cause I look like Peter Griffin
Got the pole on me, n*gga, hell nah, I ain’t missin'
[?] all this purple, Trip Dixon
Run up on these n*ggas, and they runnin', straight b*tch, man
Uh, uh
Glost up in the party, pop a bean, straight glitched man
Party off the loud, n*ggas straight glitching
And shout out to my b*tch too
Run up in the party [?] too
Run up in this b*tch, yeah, Glocky wit’ my pistol
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch, hell nah, I won't miss you

[Verse 2]
Huh, shoutout Hannah, b*tch, help me with my [?]
In the trap, b*tch, you know I'm smokin' cannabis
These n*ggas watchin' me, man, I swear they analysts
Snakes in the grass, you can hear 'em rattlin'
These b*tches shakin’ ass, the way they move [?]
Get up out the streets, boy, you can’t handle it
Get the front door, n*gga, let 'em in
I’ma smack this n*gga if he don't let 'em in
Pull up on a n*gga