Ashley Whitaker - Intro, vol. 1 lyrics

(Intro: Ashley Whitaker) Uh fu*k with me imma’ shoot Don’t fu*k me I fu*kin’ with you I got my own bad b*tch girl ion’ want you Shawty so ill no goddamn flu Affiliated brodie’ ain’t makin’ no truce No white flag bruh only fu*k with the blue This the intro b*tch in 0 1 2 (Verse 1: Ashley Whitaker) Uh Yung G back in her bag My finger spaz fast so the gun clit clat Speciality in makin lil’ fu*k boy mad Took his lil’ b*tch have her throwing 3’s on cam Bad b*tch want to post me to the gram Got her mans buggin’ ery’ pic checking who’s tagged Which don’t make no goddamn sense cause once we fu*k we blocka’ and pass Uh E.O.C really bout’ that action I can't say sh*t bout what happen when I was trappin’ My heart froze b*tch i’m lil’ ass ba*tard Don’t ask me to speak on the phonе they tapped it Switched 3 addrеsses in two damn days Paranoia got me doin’ fu*ked up thangs Test me b*tch cuz i’m runnin’ outta’ patience To a point i know killas’ on a first name basis Uh Where the fu*k is yall from I Dropped outta college and started studyin’ guns Came from the mud came up cause the drugs Limping like a pimp but crippin’ like cuh’ My lil baby sexy she like it rough Hand cuff go head b*tch fu*kin’ arrest me Fall deeper in love every time she sex me She said don’t fu*k no hoes or neglect me Take advantage of that price my sh*t sell two damn ounces one night Sipping dirty sprite now my head feelin’ light b*tch tried to run off blasted his ass on sight Saw a mofu*ka’ get clapped on the bike Go head buss down leave her fienin’ for the pipe Had too many go and snitch me out so if you gotta issue we take it outside Ask why I ain’t post on the gram for these b*tches like camcorders Always hate snitches and that sum’ ion’ stand for The b*tch got used by the whole goddamn team like a goddamn backboard Ion need to shot my shot the hoe just came for it Lemme get it straight I ain’t no god damn singer Imma god damn banger in the drug game b*tch So if you wanna pop that pussy lemme slang ya b*tch want dope imma give her that b*tch don’t want you nope can’t get her back Getcha’ whacked getcho’ stash Like mofu*ka’ come n gimme that b*tch shut the fu*k up I ain’t with all the chitty chat Don’t hate the playa hate the goddamn game b*tch Y’all always on the same sh*t all on lame sh*t send me locations y’all ain’t gone say sh*t While ery’ mofu*ka’ in my clique go ape sh*t