Bend Through the S lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, J1, that's flames, my bro)
(Chee on the beat)
(Nah, turn that up, Young Madz)

[Chorus]
I'ma go bend through the S, cause them pus*y n*ggas got me fessed
Four finger b*tch, you better duck theses shots, or you gon' get hit in your chest
Why you keep sayin' you smokin on Noah? b*tch, you wanna die with that sh*t?
I'ma slide with the 'Rip and the Rundown, but you already know that I did

[Verse]
I'ma get nasty, I was just dumpin' right out of that backseat
Like, we gotta bring them to Harlem, them n*ggas thought that they was gonna pack me
Smokin' on Gunna and Matt, but Benzo really got me smacked
2MF-k, they know what's up with the O's, they know we quick to attack
Y'all be sayin', y'all lookin' for Jiggy, but y'all n*ggas know where I'm at
Whеrever I go, I be sitchy, you don't gotta watch my back
Opp b*tch, thought I was cuffing hеr, but I only hit from the back
That b*tch scared, she told me: "Don't put my name in the track"
Like we went to [?], and parked up, and we ain't see no one outside
I tell them opps smokin' Kal G, them n*ggas get a surprise
Word to my dead, they did bad on that drill, how y'all let that n*gga die?
They know I'm smokin' his ashes, and they know easy got me fried
And I don't care you jack him, n*gga come speak to my G
And I'm movin' dusty, n*gga, every time I'm in the V
You split a deal, n*gga, we was tryna catch a Bee
And we droppin' shells in they block, word to bro, they runnin' from me
[Chorus]
I'ma go bend through the S, cause them pus*y n*ggas got me fessed
Four finger b*tch, you better duck theses shots, or you gon' get hit in your chest
Why you keep sayin' you smokin on Noah? b*tch, you wanna die with that sh*t?
I'ma slide with the 'Rip and the Rundown, but you already know that I did