Reaction Time lyrics

[Intro: Your Stepdad]
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh (Frreh, frreh, grreh)
Stepdad sh*t
Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah (sh*t)
I used to run with the folks, whoa
Me and a—uh, huh (Grreh)
Yeah, yeah (Grreh, grreh)

[Verse 1: Your Stepdad]
Too f*cked up when I saw myself in the mirror, I'm geeked
Smell of the weed (Geeked)
I told that b*tch I saw her, but in my dream
She tell everybody we a thing (Thing)
Dropped out of college, no money like [?]
Huh, huh, f*ck what you seen
Huh, huh, f*ck what you mean (Frreh, frreh)
Stepdad sh*t in this b*tch, huh (Frreh)
How I'm thе one with the most of the monеy in the fam' and the class? I got Ds (sh*t)
Lie to a b*tch a b*tch I don't wanna feed, say I'm on a fast
Don't wanna feed that hoe
How about I find me a b*tch to share my weed?
It's probably an East Side hoe— nah, nah (Frreh, frreh)

[Verse 2: Warhol.SS]
Why in the f*ck would I tell these n*ggas something they been supposed to know? (Okay)
I done caught this b*tch tryna steal from me, I damn near choked a hoe
OG say, "With all this work you been putting in, you damn near 'posed to blow"
I'm trapping, trapping, inbox ten relaxing
One of them [?]
I'm pushing weight like a dumbbell
Got rap money and dope sales
These n*ggas gossip like a hoe tells
I pop the hood like a four-wheel
I done made them nervous
You know I be with a few killers toting the hot sh*t
We tactical, I'm clocking reaction time
How your pole [?]
Dude ain't got a say in nothing, he don't even go here
I'm out through London with a few Beckhams, ain't no Odells
I'm praying daily for bro kidneys, he dropped fours and twelves
I'm riding BP's, dead Drake, n*gga better take care