Barefoot

(album: No Socks - 2020)

(JayGotThePlug)
Well, well, well
Last bitch made me wake up with one sock
Bitch, I went barefoot, haha
The fuck, man? Crazy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy

Man, damn, I fell in love with a thot
Shit, I don't know, it might just be the top
Like a butcher, fuck it, let 'em meet the chop
Nigga get hit by the shell like Barack
Yeah, I go M.I.A. when shit get hot (Out the way)
Shit, only thing I'm scared of is the cops (Nah, for real)
They don't believe the feds real 'til they stuck in that box
Damn, this bitch head ill, I don't care if she a thot (I don't care)

Niggas bragging 'bout jail, I respect who ain't get caught
You ain't put your people in position, then you ain't a boss
Nigga got aggressive 'cause my bitch told him to pay the cost
He was tryna take the box like when they turn the cable off
Lost a couple people that I love, but it ain't a loss
Devil on my shoulder, I'm like shut up, let the angel talk
It ain't fun fucking hoes no more 'cause this dick make 'em stalk
She sucking my dick so lazy, might just made her walk
Seen my dog losing hope, I'm tryna tell him he the G.O.A.T.
It's a lot of shit I need, but I ain't never need a ho
Better watch that slick mouth before we hit you with the scope
When we score, it's teardrops like I hit 'em with a flow

Man, damn, I fell in love with a thot
Shit, I don't know, it might just be the top
Like a butcher, fuck it, let 'em meet the chop
Nigga get hit by the shell like Barack
Yeah, I go M.I.A. when shit get hot (Out the way)
Shit, only thing I'm scared of is the cops (Nah, for real)
They don't believe the feds real 'til they stuck in that box
Damn, this bitch head ill, I don't care if she a thot (I don't care)

You ain't send no pape', you left your mans in there to rot
Hyped that nigga way up, now your mans up in the sky
We was robbing everything, put your hands up in the sky
Like Edward Scissorhands, lay in your grass and get to chopping shit
They say early bird get the worm, we was robbing shit
When they said, "Why you ain't dropping shit?" We was dropping shit
I ain't gotta swipe no more, but still be swiping shit
Feel like Michael Vick, come out the pocket for some spiky kicks
Sick niggas bragging 'bout that lil' nigga fashion
I got rich nigga habits, I got big nigga status
Lot of sticks like a cactus, come get hit with a package
Yeah, we running through the motherfucking scripts like this practice
Bands and drums, don't get nicked with the cannon
Stick on like a magnet, call me Prince, keep the ratchet
Damn, I think they on to us, fuck it, I'ma still chance it
Told my ex-bitch to cry me a river, Kilpatrick
Ayy, it be the ones that talk the most shit that be the poorest
Free them boys, fuck the hook like I don't need a chorus
Just cut this one freak off 'cause when she 'round, she keep recording
Bitch, I'm so fucking up, but not a sleep disorder, ayy

Damn, I fell in love with a thot
Shit, I don't know, it might just be the top
Like a butcher, fuck it, let 'em meet the chop
Nigga get hit by the shell like Barack
Yeah, I go M.I.A. when shit get hot (Out the way)
Shit, only thing I'm scared of is the cops (Nah, for real)
They don't believe the feds real 'til they stuck in that box
Damn, this bitch head ill, I don't care if she a thot (I don't care)