Glitchy Belter

[Intro] (Triage) Ayy Nigga, it's a switchy on this glitchy, better think fast Ayy, before you try to run [Verse 1] Yeah, it's a switchy on this glizzy, better think fast, ayy, ayy Before you try to run I tried to slime C4 out, ain't know he had a gun Turn this shit into a blowout, you know C4 'nem won I ain't nothin' like you niggas, know I'm one of none I done made so much a money at the Chevron I'ma slam on a nigga like C4 LeBron Gettin' freaky with two bitches outta Lebanon [Chorus] Ayy, ayy, where is all that sauce that you said that you had? I ain't seen none Two four nicks at night, I got Kel, I got Kenan Tried to get some bales, smelt the smell, tried to rеfund I finessed that boy again, this the rеrun Smokin' Metro, but nah, I'm not with Leland When them shots get to goin' off, I won't even run Ayy, different states, where my Glock? I'm gon' need one Ayy, tryna get some get-back for some bodies, I'm a demon [Verse 2] You know what that shit cost to get 'em knocked off Don't try to call the boss, you can talk to CashOut Ayy, them bodies get to droppin', niggas looking mad now Up Drac' on him and his bitch, she put her back down How the fuck did C4 grow to be rich? I was the class clown Yeah, I shot out the stick, but them wasn't my last rounds Yeah, I moved the bricks, but I ain't doing that bad now Thought I was broke, I tell 'em look inside that bag now You looking at me like you wanna catch one You fuck around with Big C4, might be my next one Folks made him come up out that Cuban, need the next one Whenever we outside, we make a movie, it's the best one Ayy, ayy, tell the bitch pick up my pills or can't chill Ayy, tell the bitch pick up my Wock' or don't knock A long way from stealing out cars, a door lock Used to kicking doors with my feet, I don't knock Do you really want the Big Boss in black 1s? We was shooting big fullys, no cap guns Ayy, nigga, you ain't having fun with no funds Ayy, you can get the dog, but I don't want no buns Got me fucked up, thought I would eat that pussy cat Ayy, you can look another way, would you look at that? I done sold three hundred P's off of Old Nat Ayy, nigga walk all over you, you like a doormat Nigga wasn't bustin' off a nothing, can't afford flat Talkin' crazy off IG, but I ignored that Gotta wait at least six months to kill 'em after the conflict I'ma drop the bag to the hitters, I'm on some don shit It be sad how they label me a convict, ayy I'm just tryna lay with me a bomb bitch Ayy, who you know just like C4 except Saddam, bitch? Muslims chop his neck, that Shalom shit You can put the bitch in front of 4, you know I'm gon' hit [Chorus] Ayy, ayy, where is all that sauce that you said that you had? I ain't seen none Two four nicks at night, I got Kel, I got Kenan Tried to get some bales, smelt the smell, tried to refund I finessed that boy again, this the rerun Smokin' Metro, but nah, I'm not with Leland When them shots get to goin' off, I won't even run Ayy, different states, where my Glock? I'm gon' need one Ayy, tryna get some get-back for some bodies, I'm a demon