Pieces lyrics

[Intro]
Man you already know who it is man
It's your boy 404 Yachty outchea man
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
Thinking a n*gga tryna be on some lyrical sh*t n*gga
f*ck all that lyrical sh*t n*gga
A n*gga here to spit that turnt sh*t n*gga
n*gga here to get a raise goin'
f*ck all that sh*t you talking bout n*gga
Y'all n*ggas ain't bout sh*t
Y'all n*ggas spitting that J. cole sh*t
n*gga ain't f*ckin' with that sh*t n*gga
Knock a n*gga out punch a n*gga, yea n*gga
Don't be scared little b*tch ass n*gga
Go hit that n*gga standing next to you n*gga
f*ck all that sh*t
Count up n*gga
Finesse these n*ggas

[Verse]
(Woo!)
Finna make it rumble
Make a n*gga stumble
Every show my stage is lookin' like ensemble
Young RD this hottest thing since raw
Pop him in his jaw
Watch his ass fall
Spook you like a thriller
404 driller
Talking down might turn my n*gga to a killer
Silent steps every time I make a move
Damn these n*ggas pus*y, dump em' in a lake
f*ck what it take, one take date
Till I'm eating steak, every single night
I don't eat steak, buy cause I can
Stay poppin' rubber band after band
Damn these n*ggas lookin' pus*y with they mans
Imma get em right, gunning f*ck a fight
I don't do the drama
Associate with comma
Heard RD was stacking up in Alabama
b*tch your ass guess it, Feeling like Mac
Young Rd the one that sold your mama crack
Gang bangin' with my n*ggas in the back
404 boy break your b*tch back
But I'm still flexin'
Bout to cop the no limit necklace
Day dreamin' bout' Alexis Texas
God damn boy her booty reckless
(Woo!)
Couch rats fiendin' RD 30 beamin'
Shoulder lean while I f*ck sh*t up in nemen
Lookin like a demon
f*ck n*ggas, Y'all can eat a pound of semen
Middle finger while I'm livin' on a yacht
f*ckin hoes while these n*ggas tryna plot
Double diamond got me livin' like Scott
Lean on the rocks, Solid to the socks
Booty b*tches keep a n*gga top notch
Gravy scraper run up on em while they hot
f*ck n*ggas
f*ck n*gga, f*ck n*gga, suck my c*ck