Childish lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on
I'm tryna pop out the cut, catch 'em lackin'
He sent the dot, okay, let's get it crackin'
New York plug ask me what am I jackin'
Havin' sh*t, spent racks on a jacket
Will Smith & Wesson, if he think I'm jokin' and laughin'
Get off pills, get to tweakin' and smilin'
AR-15 sound like somebody clappin'
Ran off on the plug, I don't care if you taxin'
Laws come around, I'm like "Dawg, what had happened?"
Step on n*ggas, like Iverson Allen
300B, off the beat I start wildin'
I'm tryna get more hats than Hitler and Stalin
White ho' love me, jus' hit me like "Luracks, he stylish"
f*ckin' yo ho, I don't care if she got mileage
Goin' cuckoo, insane, I need an asylum
Round my partners, they sayin' I'm childish

[Verse 2]
Tip toe, in yo' crib, I'm just like The Grinch
That ho' go "Brr, nrr", when I'm tappin' the switch
I'm tappin' that b*tch', it sound like a glitch
I got pole, I ain't goin' for sh*t
Backdoor king, I'm Rico, you Mitch
ARP, this hoe got some tits
AR-15 on the side of my hip
Feel like I work at Hot Topic, gon' hop out the whip
I'm breakin' the bank when I'm copping some drip
Cryin' 'bout a thot, I'm burnt, that ho' chips
I'm undisputed, got Shannon and Skip
Gas pack smell like I just let it rip
.762, it can go through a brick
I'm Von Miller, I catch a 3 peat
Lose your life, if you think I'm a free lick
I'm swingin' this dope, do I look like Michael Vick