Pleads - Lil Gnar ft. Chief Keef, Nardo Wick

Three on my feet, four on my tee, five on my side, six on my hand, two for my jeans (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
You wanna diss, you wanna sleep, but won't see me, you gonna plea, you'll beg and plead (Woo, woo, woo)
The ball is on me, it's underneath (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Thinkin' you can fuck with me, which one of me? (Woo, woo, woo)
I wanna see (Woo)
One for the 'Cat, two for the Track'
Four for the Rolls, spent all them racks, can't get it back

I'm with the chopper to shoot down the plane, I'm finna start me a world war (Ah, ah)
Saddam Hussein, smokin' on pain, big-ass Sprite, it's straight orange
She grind on my dick like a skateboard (Skateboard)
Run to the bank like a race horse (Race horse)
Just give me the top, I know you a bop, I don't really wanna go on dates, whore
If I really like it, I'll buy you a bag, when it come to that pussy, don't pay for it (Pay)
I'm in O'Block with my motherfuckin' gang, drinkin' on syrup like my throat sore
All my young niggas, they ready to crash, workin' that pole like, "Dance, whore" (Brr, brr)
Walk to the crib with a calm lil' fit, your bitch like, "Damn, I got aura"
Give me that pussy like the Cat in the Hat (Oh)
Came out the trap and I'm crackin' her back (Rrah)
Your bitch is bad, mine badder than that
Jumped in the Porsche and got right to the racks (Damn)
Feel like I'm Santa, I stay with the sack
When I talk shit, they start pedaling back
Just like a cobra, I'm killin' the rats
I don't give a fuck, I'll crash out on the track
Start seein' red and I'm fadin' to black
I'm on opp block and I'm very relaxed (Rrah)
Just like I'm Bernie, I stay with the MAC
Wanted the bitch, but I ran to the bag
What's up, Atlanta? You know I got swag
Makin' 'em beat like a motherfuckin' pad
Lil Gnar, Big Guap, can't go out sad
First, second, third, I won't never be last

Three on my feet, four on my tee, five on my side, six on my hand, two for my jeans
You wanna diss, you wanna sleep, but won't see me, you gonna plea, you'll beg and plead
The ball is on me, it's underneath
Thinkin' you can fuck with me, which one of me?
I wanna see
One for the 'Cat, two for the Track'
Four for the Rolls, spent all them racks (Ah, ah), ain't get it back (Ah)

Pull up, zoom, zoom, hop out, boom, boom, boom, boom (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Say he steppin' like I step, he can't, he ain't even laced his shoes (What the fuck be wrong?)
What the fuck be wrong with niggas? These niggas ain't handlin' business (Mm, mm, mm)
I don't got eczema, but my fingers just won't stop itchin' (Grrah, grrah)
Tell me where the fuck they at, niggas know I be ready to blitz it (Mm)
Feel like a trick or somethin', they know I be ready to spin it (Mm-mm)
Slidin' and swingin' that mini Drac' like Adonis at the park (Grrah, grrah)
All these niggas 'round me bite, nigga, better watch how you bark (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Hurry up and roll my window down like a nigga in here just farted (Hm)
Hurry up and roll my window, mm, fuck that, let me hop out, park it
One ARP, two mini Dracs, three glizzy Glocks, four niggas popped, fa-la-la-la (Rrah, rrah)

Three on my feet, four on my tee, five on my side, six on my hand, two for my jeans
You wanna diss, you wanna sleep, but won't see me, you gonna plea, you'll beg and plead
The ball is on me, it's underneath
Thinkin' you can fuck with me, which one of me?
I wanna see
One for the 'Cat, two for the Track'
Four for the Rolls, spent all them racks, can't get it back
Three on my feet, four on my tee, five on my side, six on my hand, two for my jeans
You wanna diss, you wanna sleep, but won't see me, you gonna plea, you'll beg and plead