Diapers

(Hurricane)
G-Lock
Yeah

Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite
I've been workin' all day and trappin' all night
Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight
When I catch your boy, yeah, you know it's on sight (yeah)
Everything I do, wrong feel so right (bitch)
I lied like I love her, I should've said, "Sike"
These niggas some bitches, these niggas some dikes
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, ayy where is the diapers? (Ayy)

Shoutout to Glizock, that nigga my idol
Ayy, shoutout my lil' bitch, she don't need a title
Shoutout my opps, tryna kill all my rivals
Yeah, nigga, and that's on my side (on God)
I'm sippin' on mud and smokin' on flowers (phew)
Yeah, I got that bag in, I got some power (phew, phew)
Just got two black 9s, Jae Crowder
My dawgs don't say too much, just growl
South Memphis like the Wild Wild West
So you better find you a case (uh, uh)
Only twenty-four and I ball like I'm fifty
Steppin' on everybody neck (yeah)
Check, check, yeah, check after check (phew)
Nine letters, you know what I rep (Cutthroat)
I'm killin' this bitch, tryna fuck her to death
I'm gettin' to the bag, and that bag ain't nothin' else
If it ain't 'bout that bag, you can bag it on up
Yeah, back in the day, I was baggin' it up
Yeah, sackin' it up, yeah, stackin' it up (yeah)

Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (yeah)
I've been workin' all day and trappin' all night (yeah)
Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight (yeah)
When I catch your boy, yeah, you know it's on sight (yeah, yeah)
Everything I do, wrong feel so right
I lied like I love her, I should've said, "Sike"
These niggas some bitches, these niggas some dikes
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, ayy where is the diapers? (Ayy)

Killin' these niggas like my last name Myers
First name Michael, I ball like Michael (uh)
Tyson, ten carats in, rings bitin'
Uh, came in fuckin' shit up, Joe Biden (uh)
Can't play around, gotta get shit done
Yeah, I go to sleep when the sun come up
Yeah, flexin' all year, don't wait for the summer
I ain't havin' no problem with this bread
This a Ram truck, why the inside red? (Huh?)
Yeah, fuck my opps, they walkin' dead
My grandma said, "Boy, you ain't got no friends"
Then slapped me on my head (okay)

Dirty ass Sprite got me high as a kite (yeah)
I've been workin' all day and trappin' all night (yeah)
Yeah, racks too big, gotta put up a fight (yeah)
When I catch your boy, yeah, you know it's on sight (yeah)
Everything I do, wrong feel so right (yeah)
I laugh like I love her, I should've said, "Sike" (yeah)
These niggas some bitches, these niggas some dikes (yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, ayy where is the diapers? (Yeah, yeah)

Hmm, yeah