​baccarat lyrics

[Verse]
Walk around with tha' f*cking Smith & Wesson
Boy you talking down, we gon' turn him to a lesson
Punch him in the teeth he don't need a f*cking dentist
Say he needed racks, never mind I f*cking lent it
And my bros coming through with their weapons
And you know I'm coming through with my, yeah
I got sight on my f*cking left hand
I gon call up eli [?] best man, n*gga
Aka eli f*cking banss, n*gga
Ever since I was a youngin' he was my f*cking man
If you talk on my bros you won't the [lights/lane?] again
When is this bullsh*t gon f*cking end
Like when it's gonna' f*cking end
How my god, bullets imma send
Like how many bullets imma send
Been to yo block
Imma bend yo sh*t again
And again and again and again
Imma bend that sh*t again
And again and again and again
Like how my god they don't wanna see my win
They don't wanna- They don't wanna see my win
Like oh my god they don't wanna see my win
I swear to you, they don't wanna see my win
Like I don't give a f*ck
All I need is f*cking me
All I need is me, myself & I
By my f*cking self had the time of my life
When [?] low [?] I get the most ice
Smoke more spliffs on my own f*cking time
Get high on my own f*cking time
Bro f*ck you, n*gga that just my bop
My bop-, my-my bop, my-my bop, my bop, my bop
Big chops coming through big chops
n*ggas knows you not doing sh*t on my block
Wanna be sprinkler one day, no you not
They tried to sell me spray today, I was like nah
Like nah, like nah, like nah
I know a f*cking bro got that muthaf*cking Glock
Cut people off yeah, it's getting too hot
Yeah, shoutout [?] Imma play Baccarat