Let'S Link (Feat. Tech N9Ne Collabos & Big Scoob)

If you don't drink much
If you wake up and you don't think bucks
If you ain't tryna smoke the green stuff
If you've the opposite of these, let's link up

I ain't fuckin' with you if you ain't livin' driven
No matter how much dirt you're diggin' even if you is in prison
If you stay on a mission in the kitchen whippin' chickens
If you a miss who love gettin' dickin' then diggin' thizzin'

If you a moneymaker, and not a funny faker
Bunny chaser, but your behavior is a heart and tummy acher
If you got spit, hot for real, you don't pop shit
And stop lips, to cop scripts not, wit' a nigga on the block tip

If you ain't a bitch, thank ya, and you really want gangsta shit
Bang to this, if a nigga ain't soft like a handkerchief, drink a sip
If you wanna come and get the money quickly, and I'm talkin' brains grip
If you wanna hunny me and not a dummy wit' me, let's link bitch

You can miss me with that bullshit, pussy nigga
And I can't hear them suckas talkin' 'less they're talkin' figures
And I ain't checkin' for no broke ass bad bitch
Keep your pussy, keep it movin' over there, bitch
Money getters, turf the realest over here, bitch
Far from sucka, never trippin' over that bitch
I'm allergic to these suckas, never had shit
Either hate me or you love me with a bad bitch

If you fed up with the bullshit, with the pulpit
If you fed up with the bully at school sick
If you enemy and wanna let the tool spit
If you rule shit, and wrong with a crude clique
Who gets everybody zooted, whoo, chicks makin' 'em lose it (lose it)

If them fools rich and takin' group pics
Of huge chips on Instagram, tempt the man to go move quick
To make them dudes strip
Put the milli' on the loose lips
If you the nigga with the Ruger spitter
And you 'bout to come out on a true lick (true lick)

If you fuck with Tech N9ne in this hoe
And if you always wanted to see him rhyme at a show
So if you bring that greenery and wine in the do'
Baby girl, if you get naked and waste no time then you blow
Let's go

You can miss me with that bullshit, pussy nigga
And I can't hear them suckas talkin' 'less they're talkin' figures
And I ain't checkin' for no broke ass bad bitch
Keep your pussy, keep it movin' over there, bitch
Money getters, turf the realest over here, bitch
Far from sucka, never trippin' over that bitch
I'm allergic to these suckas, never had shit
Either hate me or you love me with a bad bitch

If a sucka don't fit you, if you never be slippin' without a pistol
Quick to run up on a nigga that tried to diss you
To bitch to say it if you pit bull then he a Shih Tzu
If you like it insane, and you ain't with the norm, you're with Strange
And you ain't what them stupid pity games
That motherfuckers play try to mess with your brain (mess with your brain)

Yeah, if you ain't a stink butt (stink butt)
If you and the name fuckboy, never synced up (synced up)
If you mama nem didn't raise a cream puff (cream puff)
If you swing cuts that have they dreams crushed

If you a bad bitch and you inked up
If you ain't faulty and never have a nigga jinxed up
If we broke, and you would help me rob a Brink's truck
Then give a clean fuck, baby, let's link up

You can miss me with that bullshit, pussy nigga
And I can't hear them suckas talkin' 'less they're talkin' figures
And I ain't checkin' for no broke ass bad bitch
Keep your pussy, keep it movin' over there, bitch
Money getters, turf the realest over here, bitch
Far from sucka, never trippin' over that bitch
I'm allergic to these suckas, never had shit
Either hate me or you love me with a bad bitch