Stay Ur Distance

Ayy Ayy I been quarantined 'cause I ain't fuckin' with niggas anyway Stay your distance pussy Yeah stay your distance pussy Tay Keith fuck these niggas up First week of that virus I lost a half a mil' Five hundred Let's see who gon' survive and who got hustlin' skills Hustlin' skills Niggas still outside they must don't think it's real Niggas still outside Kinda miss Southside I wanna be in that field Wanna be in that field My mask Dior your bitch just hit my phone I just might smash her more Bye-bye Gave her the dick the best night in her life what else you askin' for Touch my chain I crash of course Uh-huh That's one mission you had to abort Thug life nigga I'm passionate for it Passionate Back outside can't find the doors Five six Lam' trucks five six Cullinans Phew Nigga we back outside back outside back outside Nigga we back outside Chrome Hearts Amiris a million in jewelry Beep Nigga I'm back outside back outside back outside Yeah Nigga we back outside Bitch gettin' flewed out ASAP ASAP if I like then tap tap Shit been lit it's 'bout that time let them know you back outside Back outside Back back outside bitch we back outside Back outside Back back outside bitch we back outside I don't want no handgun I need an AK A whole Drac' Busted-down Patek Patek she bust it down respect Respect She don't respect no sucker street shit from her brother Yeah And if you cuff her you gon' have to buy her that Chanel bag before you fuck her That's on Coco Everything Gucci no logo Everything platinum no promo Promo Gotti won't go my bro know yeah yeah At all at all at all Pack in No rap money no backends Thought he was your opp now you're back friends What That's how a lame get done in dummy Bah I want the money on the front end Front It's murder on all of my run-ins On sight Twenty-thousand square feet eight-figure cribs all I can live in Facts I'm the type follow a nigga bitch fly her out I'm the type pipe her up show her life about Yeah She the type wife-like but not really Really She match my energy Twin She like when I stick the thumb in her butt go'n let her cum on the millions Uh Flag on the play bitches been wildin' out ain't no more Wildin' Out I got a drum like I'm Nick Cannon I'm a street nigga I won a Grammy Yeah I'ma be good word to my granny Yeah yeah Shawty ass fat just like her mammy My bitch a job shout to JT Touched down in Miami I'm on a ski Two-tone Cuban they eighty a piece Woo Bricks spent forty a piece Woo Dugg want forty a verse Woo Big Berg in the Honda the purse Woo And we coppin' shit in the recession nigga Fire hoes too you know what I'm sayin' Label tried to give me a new deal for the twenty mil' What you do Turn 'em down Hah Back and forth with the plug talkin' about numbers Pack on the 'Hound Frrt frrt frrt frrt Frrt frrt beep beep beep Frrt frrt frrt frrt Frrt frrt beep beep beep