​incase remix lyrics

[Intro]
[?]
Hey Wesley

[Verse]
Might as well f*ck on that b*tch then I dip out the city then f*ck on a b*tch that is naughty
Shoutout Lil Bino, he made him a bag and he didn't have to take his lil' dumbass to college
I'm finna f*ck on his ho, but I'm not finna cuff her 'cause I heard that she got some mileage
He in my DM and he broke as f*ck, and he want a free feat', had to tell him he wylin'
Walk in this b*tch with suppressors and I got a chopper, you know I'ma shoot him in silence
I got that Wock' in my cup and he sipping on [?]
I know them n*ggas who stay in the hood, they ain't grow up with sh*t, they ain't grow up with guidance
I know them n*ggas who stay in the jungle then jump out the trees, they don't know sh*t but violence
My b*tch, she bad, but she not a keeper, I look in her eyes and steady be lying
n*ggas be pus*y, these n*ggas be cheating, these n*ggas be pets, these n*ggas feline
I need to be high when I'm doing my songs so I go on my desk and I snort me a line
I got that XD on me, it go "Fa"
He tried to be me, he tried
Run up on me, boy, you know I'ma pop 'em
I was caught lacking, you know I'ma sock 'em
A year ago I was stuck at the bottom
My money tall, it look like Serge Ibaka
He on that spiritual, sing with that chakra
He on that gay sh*t, you know I'ma block him
[?] he need a doctor
I f*cked that b*tch, but I already lost her
f*cking that b*tch, yeah, I'm fixing her posture
She wants some money and I got a lotta
How did Osama get killed by Obama?
She call me baby, but I'm not a toddler
These n*ggas my sons, man, you know I'ma foster
Stick in my pocket, boy, I'm not a boxer
Heard she a bargain, now she on my roster
I got these dreads in my head like a rasta
Call up the Black Ops, you know we gon' doxx him
180 instaswap right on his noggin
.380 knock on his head 'cause he talking
1080 shot on his head, he not walking
You is a n*gga, boy, go pick some cotton
Load up the bands and I don't gotta login