Medulla lyrics

[Intro:]
Whippin' in the front two n*ggas boomin' in the back
Tell 'em I'm with all the smoke lil' n*gga do you want a match
Why you braggin' 'bout that b*tch I put that thooter on the map
Tell her I just want the brain, b*tch your medulla on my lap

[Chorus:]
It's a mark on my back so this jock on my waistline
I cannot fall for these sl*ts I can't waste time (and I fall for 'em)
(?) Pop out that with that tray five (57)
I up my sh*t then bro up at the same time
When I be whippin' in the front two n*ggas boomin' in the back
Tell 'em I'm with all the smoke lil' n*gga do you want a match (tell 'em I'm with all the smoke)
Why you braggin' 'bout that b*tch I put that thooter on the map
Tell her I just want the brain, b*tch your medulla on my lap

[Verse:]
Aye mop out
40 when we pop out (40 when we pop out)
Should've worked the sanitation ha I bring the mop out (boy I bring the mop out)
Pass that boy the strap he ain't even shoot that boy a cop out
He think he put in work we make a pus*y n*gga clock out
Ezo what you doin' with that gat b*tch I'll blast out
If a n*gga play with my cash imma crash out
Ezo do you do all that sh*t that you rap bout
Like please just go ask all my ops if I spazz out (b*tch I spazz out)
Play my cards right I be so solitary aye
n*ggas act like b*tches just like Tyler Perry aye
Grab the grippy in the booth I be so cautionary
If he talk I make him mute ion need no commentary
Ian tryna fist fight run n get the mop b*tch
Shout out my boy midnight 209 mop sh*t
That's windpipe he was on some op sh*t
You know that the clique tight we be on some hot sh*t
[Chorus:]
It's a mark on my back so this jock on my waistline
I cannot fall for these sl*ts I can't waste time (b*tch I can't waste time)
(?) Pop out that with that (?) tray five (57)
I up my sh*t then bro up at the same time
When I be whippin' in the front two n*ggas boomin' in the back
Tell 'em I'm with all the smoke lil' n*gga do you want a match (do you want a match)
Why you braggin' 'bout that b*tch I put that thooter on the map
Tell her I just want the brain, b*tch your medulla on my lap (medulla on my lap) aye

[Verse:]
You ain't bout that sh*t so quit pretendin' aye
If I get caught with this weapon imma felon aye
Those two phrases why these n*ggas offended aye
Imma hit boy I don't think b*tch I just send it aye
Aye b*tch we got that dirty like a porta potty
We got weed and we got white and we got more of the molly aye
Pocket rocket pop out with that quarter on me aye
Spot out I been fold 'em just like origami aye
Imma rap til' I hit a hundred racks
Baby tray 80 on me I call that b*tch my Thundercat
I had fun with that when shawty took it from the back
When I'm done with that I promise ain't no way I'm coming back
Ian tryna fist fight run n get the mop b*tch
Shout out my boy midnight 209 mop sh*t
Aimin' at his windpipe he was on some op sh*t
You know that the clique tight we be on some hot sh*t
[Chorus:]
It's a mark on my back so this jock on my waistline
I cannot fall for these sl*ts I can't waste time (I can't waste time)
(?) Pop out that with that (?) tray five (57)
I up my sh*t then bro up at the same time
When I be whippin' in the front two n*ggas boomin' in the back
Tell 'em I'm with all the smoke lil' n*gga do you want a match (do you want a match)
Why you braggin' 'bout that b*tch I put that thooter on the map
Tell her I just want the brain, b*tch your medulla on my lap (medulla on my lap) aye