Devil Son lyrics

[Chorus]
Ain't gotta warrant for sh*t, I'm having lil b*tch y' know I'm getting cheese
I thought they was lil bro 'nem b*tch, I got a bop all on her knees
Car been spinning the block for a min don't ask no questions, b*tch squeeze
Dont try to supply my needs, a perc and yo pus*y that's all I need
I would go f*ck on Shh─, but I'm way to player the bit' keep actin
Yeah I'm up a hunnid but don't get sh*t twisted lil bro 'nem still be clappin
Been telling that n*gga to show me a dub for two years b*tch ass still be cappin
Got the password to her gram' we don't give a damn that lil hoe still be smackin, huh
Off some Za' in the booth with Josh
b*tch I'm geeked up
She said she wanna go out to eat today, the f*ck you wanna pizza?
She said she was only with her friends today, yo green-ass still believed her?
Don't even think about the drive-thru b*tch, only di*k is what I feed her

[Verse]
Why would I stress bout a b*tch when damn near hit every hoe in the city?
Had a smacked the lil hoe, then I pass her I don't give a f*ck about a hoe being pretty
It don't take much to take yo b*tch all I really gotta do is pay for a tittie
Sitting here calling us b*tches broke-ass can't even pay his ticket
Everybody thick around me now, but ain play cause I get busy
Slime on some sh*t, that'll make grahams get down old man can't duck these switches
I done changed my number a hunnid thousand times i still can't duck these b*tches
Filled his ass with a hunnid thousand rounds, he dead he still gon' feel it
Ion wanna have to whip my blick out on a n*gga, thought I told you
Drew down for yo sh*t ain't getting it back f*ck you thought I owed you?
Young n*gga sh*t I'm with lil mon n' nem, thuggin in Magnolia
Yeah, shooting at n*ggas' youn believe me, n*gga run up and I'll show ya
Me and my n*gga soild we ain changin for no b*tch
Ain gon' lie lil bruh be having them blicks but he be dangling with them sticks
If can't catch me on the grove I'm probably somewhere hangin with yo b*tch
Out the window 300 black out shoot long range, no aimin with this b*tch
[Outro]
Ain't goin back and forth with no pus*y n*gga, they all my sons
Shoot-out in broad day ion give no f*ck' I'll never run
Post with the same switch you ain scaring sh*t we got hella guns
n*gga won't' try this sh*t they know fasho I'm devil son