ßAG A ßITCH lyrics

[FROOT]
Back and forth, spittin' sh*t
Hittin' it and quittin' it
I ain't doin' this for no motherf*ckin' benefits
'cept for Benadryl and Percocet
Do that kinda sh*t that other n*ggas would regret
Turn the bass up a lil bit
Pull the trigger, claimin' that my gun is bigger, yo's midget
And I'll be back in a 'lil bit
Cop a couple sacks, put some beer in my mini-fridge
Take a swig of Jack, fill it, so goddamn legit
Feelin' hella wack, grab a napsack and bag a b*tch

[KEIKI]
Back with the bash rap to holla at yo napsack
Attack with the bag, got you fallin like the NASDAQ
Mailin' out anthrax, snortin' a mentax
Froot on the ransack cuz Looters got mad dap
Eatin' caps and sellin' crack to fill the money bags
Trapped in the game, even got my f*ckin' jeans sagged
What you mad, cuz we bad with noterity
Crushin' all your dreams of a civilized society
Hit your b*tch, clock a snitch, split his wrist
Make it look like just another motherf*ckin' accident
All you liars spittin' sh*t but your di*ks limp
Spit that sh*t to my click, you get your head split
Watch my six, I'm gettin' lit
'bout to hit this b*tch that I got on my list
Wish this sh*t would quit
But I ain't a fish to be swimmin' in the depths
Cuz you're inept
Gotta trash this flesh with these bullets I eject
Hit the deck, don't lose your neck
Hold up, hit this bowl in a sec, yup