Untouched

Lyrics for Untouched

Yeah, got a bad bitch with me, she won't step out 'less her It's a thousand ways to get pape and you don't even know one (No way, Hozay) Huh, yeah It's a thousand ways to get pape and you don't even know one Bad bitch won't step out the crib 'less her toes done You ask why I pay eighty for it, you should smoke some Don't even ask about the cup if you ain't pour one Dee got a pack of flipped Visas, finna road run Don't ask for a slug if I ain't never hold one Yo boyfriend a bitch, he the one who do the store run I ain't used to play, now I'm balling like the coach son I ain't used to care, nah, I'm playing, still don't give a fuck It's ninety-five, still throw the BAPE on and zip it up Only 'cause I seen a opp out, I'm finna blick him up She cheated 'cause you bought a little bag, you ain't trick enough You are not a killer, can you stop the mean-mugging? I knew since day one I'd be something Where the fuck the takeover badge? The whole team hustling Ain't shit change, twenty shoes off of three punches IPhones, gift cards, that's the shit that make me smile Had to meet 'round for that one shit on [?] Don't stop on yo dreams, lil' dawg, it might take a while If they flick me with this ID, I'ma say I'm Kyle When I put you in a body bag, it ain't no posterizer All it take is a head nod, bet my soldier fire Bet the engineer head nod 'cause he know it's fire That Tron jersey gon' be in the rafters when the GOAT retire Shoot the bag down, Van Dyke, down to Romeo Just 'cause we had class together, you don't know me, bro Talking 'bout her head good, shit, can you show me though? Ain't never put you on no cheese, what are yo' homies for? You better think about it Yeah, that tough talking all cool, you better be about it Up a buck on a bitch, shit, I think I'm Giannis Buck shot to his back, shit, man, I think I got him But you get beat if we box like I'm SpotEmGottem Bae said she want a new fit, shit, that's not a problem You can't run, you can hide, boy, you can't stop them shottas I be with them sharks, lil' bro and them the top piranhas Make a thirty ball, put a dub up All them death threats, bet I'm untouched If we fam, then we locked in, yeah, the love stuck All hustle, all leg work, boy, it's fuck love Piss me off? You gon' have to try to dodge a M-80 Spun her three nights back to back, she did the 1080 Happy that we linked the fourth time 'cause her head crazy Something like a baker in this bitch, I make bread daily Fourth quarter, that's when the real players show out Moncler, Goose, or the Knuckle when it's snow out Fell in love with fast money, sick you took the slow route Might've told her "yes" back then but it's "no" now Huh, yeah, bitch, ayy, ayy (But it's "no" now) Ayy, ayy (But it's "no" now) Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz, bitch