People Under the Stairs lyrics

[Intro]
(Qua did it)
n*gga
Mm, n*gga, me and my
b*tch-ass sh*t, n*gga (You know Zai produced that sh*t)
f*ck 'em
Grr, huh, grr, huh, hmm, huh, huh

[Chorus]
You be that young n*gga, yeah, huh, you be that young n*gga swing that stick
Got a big gun, kill a bear, huh, who wanna catch bodies? This b*tch aim legit
Slammin' on sh*t like Ric Flair, f*ckin' a bad b*tch, she doin' hair
Say somethin' if I like you, b*tch, why would I stare?
Only one night her, send a b*tch down the stairs
n*gga don't gotta be scared
Bet he duck when he hear that, "Brrt, brrt"
b*tch bound to get into that Hog when I pull up, hear that, "Skrrt, skrrt"
Brand-new 'Cat, this b*tch convert
I ain't tryna take you on no date, lil' baby, I came to get under that skirt
Got hella pape', I can't buy you a purse

[Verse]
Opps always fail when they try to catch me lackin', it won't work
On the E-way, BP trucks, hеlla sticks inside when we swеrvin'
Give you ten minutes, want me to stay inside, need a Perky
Hit from the back, got a b*tch on the balcony, neighbors see everything, don't need a curtain
Long as I rap, then you good, I been on it, know you can get everything, b*tch, I been workin'
Fry n*ggas up like some chicken, we got a new shipment, I take his ass down right to Church's
Put him out, call me Curtis
More than a game with us, doin' this lil' b*tch dirty
Told lil' bro he can't sip on this green juice 'cause this b*tch dirty
All you do is f*ck opps, b*tch, I don't need you, lil' ho, you dirty
Make me mad, I'll pop me a Perky
Make her mad, she f*ck on the bro
Been f*cked her friend, lil' b*tch, who you hurtin'?
Certain n*ggas on IG be police, keep your head on a swivel, watch who you be swervin'
All of my n*ggas be up on the speed, we gettin' sh*t gone, can't move like a turtle
Ain't no n*gga get in my way in the street, I'm flippin' sh*t over, I'm just like a burger
If they get too close, then we gon' hurt 'em
Got a lil' blick on my side, it get urgent
We never gave a f*ck, b*tch, we been high, got hella sticks sittin' on the side of Suburban
Too quick to f*ck the b*tch, I don't do the flirtin'
[Chorus]
You be that young n*gga, yeah, huh, you be that young n*gga swing that stick
Got a big gun, kill a bear, huh, who wanna catch bodies? This b*tch aim legit
Slammin' on sh*t like Ric Flair, f*ckin' a bad b*tch, she doin' hair
Say somethin' if I like you, b*tch, why would I stare?
Only one night her, send a b*tch down the stairs
n*gga don't gotta be scared
Bet he duck when he hear that, "Brrt, brrt"
b*tch bound to get into that Hog when I pull up, hear that, "Skrrt, skrrt"
Brand-new 'Cat, this b*tch convert
I ain't tryna take you on no date, lil' baby, I came to get under that skirt
Got hella pape', I can't buy you a purse