sh*t getting physical lyrics

[Intro: MALIK*]
Its f*cked up man…
f*ck all you b*tch ass n*ggas that turned on me (f*ck em)
Thats really how I feel on this sh*t man
Uh

[Verse 1: MALIK*]
Why n*ggas keep testing my patience
Ya'll don’t believe that’ll turn you into some patients
I want some tall money like Yao Ming
Break up with your girl, she was just a summer fling yeah
Ballin with the team, no Capo
Ya girl a freak ting, no cap tho
Smoking all night, I’m feeling mellow
We all cooling in OKC, no Melo
Who the f*ck gon stop me?
Young n*gga, and I’m so c*cky
Bring it back girl like you twerkin
Hoes laugh that you a stripper, I’m just proud that you working
Bills paid, rent paid, cell phone bill paid (ching)
Hair done, nails did, pus*y good you got it made
Lost a couple pounds, but you bad no matter how you weighed
You gotta n*gga on his teflon sh*t, some untouchable Bishop Don Juan sh*t
Sauce it up, KJ got them grippys tucked
So if a n*gga act up, we goin shoot it up
Test my gangsta if you want to, but b*tching me is something that you won’t do, yeah
[Hook: MALIK*]
sh*t getting critical, I would love for this sh*t to get physical
You can call me all the names you want to
But putting ya hands on me what you won’t do
Yeah sh*t getting critical, I would love for this sh*t to get physical
You can call me all the names you want to
But putting ya hands on me what won’t do n*gga

[Verse 2: Kyim Jordan]
Lil K
Gotta go that way. b*tch gotta go that way (b*tch)
Roach in the ashtray. Aim 38 in his black face
Roll ‘round n*gga, got that pump in the pass seat ooo
These cop tryna catch me ooo, but its hot when I got the heat on me
Drug dealers, rich n*ggas
f*cking with us, cause they see we getting figures
Your b*tch I fingered
She wanna go get dinner
I’m killing sh*t, Hitler
These n*ggas rats, Splinter
Stop playing on my phone with that hating sh*t
That bitter sh*t. That Tekashi sh*t
My whole gang finna blow up on some Saudi sh*t
My n*gga lost his life, still shot back, on some zombie sh*t

[Hook: MALIK*]
sh*t getting critical, I would love for this sh*t to get physical
You can call me all the names you want to
But putting ya hands on me what you won’t do yeah
Yeah sh*t getting critical, I would love for this sh*t to get physical
You can call me all the names you want to
But putting ya hands on me what won’t do n*gga