"Wild And Lethal Trash!" lyrics

Big boy in the black tracksuit
GoldLink with the neck tattoo
I'm from South where they back you
Big bankroll, was a mad yute
I don't dance, no Shaku
Might get my yutes to shack you

Bad B wanna roll through, yeah
Come through, girl, man's here, yeah
Bring two friends for the mandem, uh
Pull up the whip right here, yeah
I don't like no snitch, yeah
Mans ain't never been a bitch, yeah
Snitch is a bitch 'round here and I don't take kind, 'cause I don't switch, switch
Fifty round like Rambo, uh
When I knife I knife slow
I don't like to fight though
So I never wife hoes
Slash, slash, klink, yeah
That's what I did for your mink, yeah
Only respect my real G's
Big Jay Worth and— Shh, shh
Fuck what you thought, what you think, yeah
Punch up a nigga like bink, bink
Real big king of this rap shit, yeah
When I drop, it's a bat hit, yeah
Spankings, whoopings, slashings, yeah
All three things, you had them, yeah
Beef is beef and a mad ting, yeah
Beef when it's beef, it's a mad ting
Real bad tings, trust

Tell you what
Anyway
I see them comin', but I stop them dead (Been here for a minute, oh, oh)
They keep comin', but I stop them dead
Do you really wanna go at me? (Now you in my house, oh, no)

Lock off the ting
Hammer in my shoulder ting
Make you do the shoulder lean
Might make my man hold the ting (Been here for a minute, oh, oh)
Young niggas ride with the strap and they don't shoot shit, I don't get what's that?
Niggas really died like that
Nah, we don't really ride like that (Tell you what)
Alhamdulillah, all facts
I don't never use no cap
Need Halle Berry in B.A.P.S.
How many times do I have tell niggas that I am best in rap?
Hate all the bullshit raps
I don't wanna name no names, but everybody know I'm back, back
I don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch
Look how I walk like this
How many niggas this young, this good, can even fuckin' talk like this?
How many niggas you know like this?
Wrist so froze, frostbite my wrist
I'm top one in a top ten list
HARAM! all year, I'm back, I'm back, bitch