K-12

Not a nigga messed with me bitch k-12
I got a couple checks on me bitch can’t u tell
My numbers goin up cause im raising hell
Did you get my love letter did check the mail
Don’t worry bout it u got a room checked in hell
Put the pussy on a pedestal and fucking fell
Get out of my feelings i’m not a simp
My bitches got bitches feel like a pimp
Getting hot in here baby 'gon check the temp
If he wanna see blood then we leave em him 'cripped
Don’t get it confused i am not a crip
And you 'aimin at knees but we aim at lips
Like 24/7 when i’m with yo bitch
And if a fuck nigga ever push me to the limit
Can’t see through my cup you dont know whats in it
Shit I must be important my windows tinted
Seats peanut butter playing my jams in it (skrrrt)
Looking at the dash whats the damn limit (skrt skrt skrt skrt)
Bout to do the dash going ham in it
Put the pedal to metal i’m 'slammin it
Yeah i’m 'slammin it
Put the pedal to metal i’m 'slammin it
Not a nigga messed with me bitch k-12
I got a couple checks on me bitch can’t you tell
And my numbers goin up cause i’m raising hell
Did you get my love letter did check the mail
Don’t worry bout it u got a room checked in hell
Put the pussy on a pedestal and fucking fell
Get out of my feelings i’m not a simp
My bitches got bitches feel like a pimp
And its the same shit everyday
Getting bands all day
Hanging out with yo friends in the hall way
I was living in my head all day
Now im filling up shit like a hallway
And yo bitch flirt with me like all day
Don’t try me nigga
Im up top but i ain’t' the one
U niggas play games i dont play for fun
This shit not a game i dont play with guns
So if i pull this bitch out better fucking run
He put on god and put it on his son
Got his life took in front of his father and his son
No warning shot we dont shoot to stop
No warning shot we shoot to drop
Bitch we shoot to drop
(shoot to drop, shoot to drop, shoot to drop)
Not a nigga messed with me bitch k-12
I got a couple checks on me bitch can’t you tell
My numbers goin up cause i’m raising hell (raising hell)
Did you get my love letter did check the mail (check the mail)
Don’t worry bout it u got a room checked in hell (checked in hell)
Put the pussy on a pedestal and fucking fell (I fell for that)
Get out of my feelings i am not a simp
My bitches got bitches feel like a pimp (Hey)
My bitches got bitches feel like a pimp
Get out of my feelings I’m not a simp
My bitches got bitches feel like a pimp
(Woah woah woah woah)
My bitches got bitches feel like a pimp
My bitches got bitches feel like a pimp