"Malice" lyrics

(Perfect)
Yeah

I don't really care what you call it
Nigga, back the fuck up, you know I got bodies
She a rat, call her Megan Thee Stallion
Give 'em a show, I put on, Jimmy Fallon
GMC, bitch, I'm ridin' in Denali
Pop a pill in one plane just like a pilot
They pray they don't go down for malice
Get the crowd lit, it wasn't nothin' like a rally
Bring the stick, so the jeans gotta be baggy
Man, this ho think she done won her a pageant
I'd be locked up if I wasn't rappin'
Yeah, I'd be stoppin' everybody in traffic
My blunt ain't got nothin' but weed and some Grabba
Them young niggas trippin', you would think they was rabid

I got the Uzi ridin' in the Maybach
You want some smoke with the gang, you ain't say that
They ain't got no fires on they hip, them boys stay lack
Load of them niggas was bitches like way back
My mama really ain't trippin' 'bout the face tat
Hop out and clean they block up with the Ajax
You finna to die, you say somethin' 'bout the gang, why you say that?
Yeah, sit tight, boy, this payback
I used to be broke, but I was just seventeen
You with us or not? It ain't no in-between
Backend, got them knots in my jeans
She say that the money make me mean
Count it up, fucked on her friend, that ain't me
Catch that boy, you know I knock out his teeth
Everybody, they fake, man, I peep
I'm in the cut, I'm ducked down with that heat

I don't really care what you call it
Nigga, back the fuck up, you know I got bodies
She a rat, call her Megan Thee Stallion
Give 'em a show, I put on, Jimmy Fallon
GMC, bitch, I'm ridin' in Denali
Pop a pill in one plane just like a pilot
They pray they don't go down for malice
Get the crowd lit, it wasn't nothin' like a rally
Bring the stick, so the jeans gotta be baggy
Man, this ho think she done won her a pageant
I'd be locked up if I wasn't rappin'
Yeah, I'd be stoppin' everybody in traffic
My blunt ain't got nothin' but weed and some Grabba
Them young niggas trippin', you would think they was rabid

Stop all that lyin' 'fore I teach you how to drive
Potato barrel on the stick, got the fries
He'll stay away from this shit if he wise
I'm gettin' racks and I know he despise
I got out of jail, that's in front of they eyes
I give you discounts, just depend what you buy
I feel like a star, mama said I shine bright
Yeah, they gon' do it for free
Yeah, them boys paid up the fee
Everybody in disbelief
You know this my expertise
She goin' crazy in the sheets
Your song trash as fuck, heard the leaks
You a rat, I come straight for your cheese
Say she love me, gotta get on her knees
On the beach, I just vibe with the breeze

I don't really care what you call it
Nigga, back the fuck up, you know I got bodies
She a rat, call her Megan Thee Stallion
Give 'em a show, I put on, Jimmy Fallon
GMC, bitch, I'm ridin' in Denali
Pop a pill in one plane just like a pilot
They pray they don't go down for malice
Get the crowd lit, it wasn't nothin' like a rally
Bring the stick, so the jeans gotta be baggy
Man, this ho think she done won her a pageant
I'd be locked up if I wasn't rappin'
Yeah, I'd be stoppin' everybody in traffic
My blunt ain't got nothin' but weed and some Grabba
Them young niggas trippin', you would think they was rabid

Uzi, blatt, frrat