IG Live lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Honcho got the sauce)

[Verse]
Poured all the water out, then I poured the drank in, this is not no VOSS
Boy, you a motherf*ckin' worker, you is not no boss
Real zazas from A1, they wonder what it cost
I still remember the first time that I took a loss
I remember when I punched a big n*gga and he didn't fall
I remember the first time when I stuck my di*k in her jaws
You got that bullsh*t weed in them packs, I heard you gettin' off
My n*gga said he bought a blunt from you and he didn't cough
If I was him, that's the type of sh*t to have me p*ssed off
Recordin' live on IG, they watch me sh*t-talk
Crazy I got thirty-three missed— alright
Crazy that I still have people askin' 'bout my—
Big n*gga, you can't treat me like no— alright
Big n*gga, you can't treat me like no little dog
4'11", but this Five-seveN don't discriminate height
I'll beat the sh*t out a n*gga, but we not gon' fight
If I was in the slavery days, we would've been like—
If I was in the slavery days, we would've been like KKK would've been killin' whites
All black, okay
f*ck that, white came with all black on
I remember I went and slid with no mask on
Crazy, I seen my n*gga soak his dope in some acetone
I'm a Backwood smoker, I hate Al Capones
Weed punched me in my throat, damn, this weed strong
High as hell, probably the reason I ain't pick up my phone
Picked up a b*tch just to f*ck, ordered an Uber, come take her home
b*tch said I smell good, but it was exotic, it was not cologne
Your line on my phone just pop up, I might act like I'm not at home
I'm the type to ride with my n*ggas rather right or wrong
This sh*t comin' off my head, I can't write a song
Get some B-roll, oh, nah
f*ck some B-roll on the camera, I had to tell 'em to fly the drone
Drunk an eight of Tris, noddin' on the E-Way drivin' home
This old lady called me with some drank, now I'm flyin' home
This sh*t real rap, I don't lie in songs
It's a lot of cap in your raps, what you lyin' for?
If the price reasonable on the drank, I'll buy a four
I smoked too much f*ckin' weed, where my lighter go?
My n*gga poured the same amount of drank, his look lighter, though
You gotta know how to mix
Damn, I'm mad I quit hustlin', I would've bust some scripts
'Cause these n*ggas taxin', I can get a bottle
'Cause these n*ggas taxin', I can get a bottle for twelve dollars and sixty cents
Catch me fiendin' and I want some lean, I'ma—
If I ain't have no drank and you have some, I might drink your sh*t
Nah, I ain't gon' do that, but I am gon' take a swig
He got shot with a Glock and survived, can he take a SIG?
Let this lil' b*tch give me head 'cause she can't take no di*k
Probably the reason I ain't got none 'cause she ate the kids
Hah