matching sticks

I said, bitch, it's lil Grit, I ain't come to play

My bitch bad, you try to text her ass, I'ma set her play

Like, brother-ass, he'd try to get on shit and got fuckin' fakes

Bitch, I'm in the tour, it's fucked and filed, so we crackin' eight

I said, bitch, you know my body, I'll beat your ass

And it hit me if I see the boys, I won't fuckin' crash

I said, bitch, we get on shit, I ain't come to play

Know we in the east, so we droppin' trays

I'm like, don't you get on me, I tap my switch

Brother in the back with his Arthur on some hockey shit