Notice (feat. Detroit que) Video (MV)

Might wanna get your bitch, she trying to be my slut
You dirty as f*ck, boy you wanna eat the butt
Trying to pour a four of Wock, cant find my cup
Come back to the crib, make me noodles in a cup
Dumb nigga talking tough, slapped him with a book
Bring my spatula to the stu', cause I'm finna cook
No I'm not Candyman, but I'll stab you with my hook
Bro seen the trout- F*ck
Bro seen the trout leave a nigga shook
I don't know what to say no more
Opp said he finna slide, nigga say no more
You say I get no bitches, nigga, I got these hoes
But I'm tryna make some pape, so I gotta drop these hoes
Switch my bitch up everyday, like how I'm switching up my clothes
I don't need a Kleenex, just to wipe a nigga nose
In your hood in the strike, hit his top, not his toes
Cuz hit you in your top, we turn them locs into fros
Fought the gas station clerk, we brought chops in the store
Unky whipping in the kitchen, grab the pot, make some dough
Thinking you can f*ck with Juu, you must be smoking on that dope
You ridin' round in a clunker, spent your car on my coat
And this beat thumpin', and it's getting real spooky
My man's got the toolie, hit his stomach, made him dookie
Beat a nigga ass and throw him in the trash like I'm Mookie
You tryna rap like me, lil' boy, you is a groupie
Beat the nigga ass and take his girl, that lil' nigga goofy
Niggas thought that I was finished, I ain't done on this beat
Niggas know that I'm a menace, hit that nigga in his teeth
Put him six feet deep, put that nigga on a tee
I'm tryna mutilate your face to the point that you can't see
Forgot that he a pescatarian, that nigga don't want beef
Hit that nigga while he's sleepin', and put blood on his sheets
You a pillow talker, talking to the hoes about the tea
And no, this ain't no diss, cause them niggas don't want beef
Put the city on notice, cause niggas about to get evicted
You ain't even in the trenches, you be swimming with the fishes
If he wish a nigga would, then we granting niggas wishes
I'm in the crib countin' all this pape, countin' up these digits
My money real tall, and the chop like a midget
Cuz spin the block a couple times, like a fidget
We staying on these niggas screens like a f*ckin' widget
Shittin' on these niggas like a motherf*ckin' pigeon
Man, I'm tired of these lame ass, dumb ass, bitches
Yeah, nigga, f*ck them all
Feelin' like 20, know they sick to watch me ball
Tryna get a nigga gone, all it take is one call
Your bitch a freak at Walmart, she suckin' dick up in the stalls
And you know that she a freak and she tryna get the balls
Thought he had a brick of dope, but we sold them drywall
And we head-tapping niggas like I threw a highball
Nigga tryna hack me, but I got a firewall
Send that heat at your dome, like I got a fireball
Up dog shit, bout to buy the entire mall