KELTEC (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Squat made the beat
Kaliii
Cut that sh*t up, man

[Chorus]
Talking like he want the box, I only want the nig (The nig)
Ran off on my trick, I turned a treat into a check (Grr)
Ho think I'm a threat, 'cause I just pulled her with my ass (Ah)
Glizzy in my hand, this pus*y pop like killtech (Pop pop)

[Post-Chorus]
Quick to pop, let him hit it raw
You f*cking with a star, he the plug, I like my n*gga thug
He f*cking Gucci socks
Getting thick, I never penny pinched
Boy I got fetty gwop
Stupid top, Birken 40 Glock
b*tches, you a opp?

[Verse 1]
b*tches wack, you can have him back
Don't get too attached
Window shopping, all I finna sack
Why you ain't spend no racks?
That's embarrassing, that's how y'all get down, new b*tch, ain't no comparison
You know to put me in same regions, he got you [?]
Hah, hah hah hah, I lovе to laugh at b*tches
Call herself snеak dissing, face to face, that ho went missing (Where she at?)
Ho just started rapping, she only f*cking on who listen
I done gave a n*gga disses, now my ass is reminiscing
[Chorus]
Talking like he want the box, I only want the nig (The nig)
Ran off on my trick, I turned a treat into a check (Grr)
Ho think I'm a threat, 'cause I just pulled her with my ass (Ah)
Glizzy in my hand, this pus*y pop like killtech (Pop pop)

[Post-Chorus]
Quick to pop, let him hit it raw
You f*cking with a star, he the plug, I like my n*gga thug
He f*cking Gucci socks
Getting thick, I never penny pinched
Boy I got fetty gwop
Stupid top, Birken 40 Glock
b*tches, you a opp

[Verse 2]
He say he bet outside, why we don't know your block? (Won't know your sh*t)
All that laying up and [?] plottin', that's just pillow talk (Pillow talk)
How I peep that you ain't like that, you just talk a lot (pus*y)
Why you talking 'bout your shoe size? You can't hit the spot (Can't uh, uh)
You on the internet, fight back
n*ggas can't get no type back
I ain't the type to like that
You must have forgot I'm like that
This sh*t be easy peezy
I'm his world, but do him sleezy
Drive him crazy, keep me easy
But really, all my n*ggas need me, believe me
[Chorus]
Talking like he want the box, I only want the nig (The nig)
Ran off on my trick, I turned a treat into a check (Grr)
Ho think I'm a threat, 'cause I just pulled her with my ass (Ah)
Glizzy in my hand, this pus*y pop like killtech (Pop pop)

[Post-Chorus]
Quick to pop, let him hit it raw
You f*cking wit' a star, he the plug, I like my n*gga thug
He f*cking Gucci socks
Getting thick, I never penny pinched
Boy I got fetty gwop
Stupid top, Birken 40 Glock
b*tch, is you a opp?