Fth Eaj - Becky (feat. Pat Guwop & Yash B) Lyrics

I pull up and wreck it
My white b*tch name becky
I never fall off so these niggas can't check me
I started from the bottom i make it look easy
She started to strip but i told her don't tease me
Pour up a deuce & my cup started fizzing
Addiction to money my palms steady itching
I dont catch no feelings these bitches be iffy
You think i won't buss it, i dare you to tempt me

I pour up a 4 before i hit the road
Soon as i hit your town i go shopping for clothes
When i get to the telly i find us some hoes
We f*ck em & duck em that's how the shit goes
Since i was a kid been in love with the dough
Remember coming up rocking them hand me down clothes
Aint have me no bitches them b*tches aint know
That lil E was gone get it now he got the glow
I f*ck that lil bitch then i buss on her lip
Got so many bitches they think ima pimp
The chopper so heavy i walk with a limp
I just took his bitch and i dunk her like kemp
I did her so dirty she tried to erase me
Im not on the market these bitches cant date me
Dont f*ck woth these niggas these niggas be shady
A line of the act yu can get it for 80
Uh uh
Id rather go count me some money
F*ck her so good that she love me
But ima go f*ck on her cousin
Uh uh
Who tf you think you fooling
Niggas don't really be shooting
Run up on me ima school you

I pull up and wreck it
My white b*tch name becky
I never fall off so these niggas can't check me
I started from the bottom i make it look easy
She started to strip but i told her don't tease me
Pour up a deuce & my cup started fizzing
Addiction to money my palms steady itching
I dont catch no feelings these bitches be iffy
You think i won't buss it, i dare you to tempt me

4nem on dummy wit fns
Might need a cat scan
They told u be safe
Why u lackin
Dirty money inna shoebox
Bitch it is 2 glocks
I f*cked yo bitch
At da new slot
I pull up wit glizzy
Dat lil bitch so pretty
Might f*ck up da city
If f*ckery near me
4nem get to cappin
The pipes get to clappin
I don't know what happened
Told 12 I was nappin
Pack for da retail
It's not for da low
What are deals
I don't know
Onna Grove
I was poor
Wit my hand onna toast
Turnin slices to loafs
Turnin opps into ghost
Onna strip where I post
U bet not be loafin
Might leave yo top open
U know what we smokin
Yo homie was loafin
New glocks new chops
New bitch new shit
New packs new racks
Spinna block do a hit
New pipes new pints
New stripes take a life
Can't lack new gat
Send em to da afterlife
F*ck up a sack
Shells hit his back
Ridin round wit da tech
Or da Mac
I ripped da amiris
My roll was too fat
And We totin semis
Don't know how to lack
6 racks fa da bed
And yo hoe was innat
A new casket
Might put yo bro up innat

I pull up and wreck it
My white b*tch name becky
I never fall off so these niggas can't check me
I started from the bottom i make it look easy
She started to strip but i told her don't tease me
Pour up a deuce & my cup started fizzing
Addiction to money my palms steady itching
I dont catch no feelings these bitches be iffy
You think i won't buss it, i dare you to tempt me