Lame #ss hoes ain’t got no clout, man, a b#tch fell off like humpty-dumpy (Hahaha)
I can punch a b#tch one time in the face and that b#tch gon’ drop like she bungee jumpin’ (Bah-bah, bah-bah)
Track Star called, that’s a trick #ss n#gg#, that just mean that n#gg# finna run me money
Never understood dressin’ up for a casket, just get a onesie, onesie
Man-made griddle, little sauce in the middle
Better hold them pickles, this is not no riddle
This is not for the giggles, top five, no nickel
Every date, black men, I do not do The Wiggles
And now a racist gon’ be sentimental
b#tch get beat like an instrumental
I pull up, they take it back, rental
Choppa make ’em taste of rainbow, Skittles
Hoe #ss b#tch tryna flex, that’s pilates (Huh)
Freezer burn on my f#ckin’ neck, I’m so icy (Huh, huh)
He’s a b#tch n#gg# in the flesh, that’s my wifey
Exchange my ex for some change, that’s more like me (Cha-ching)
You know the money comin’ first
Tell a n#gg# hold his thirst
And I’m never givin’ sh#t to no b#tch, so I’m never bein’ reimbursed (Huh)
These hoes faker than they purse
I don’t even know what’s worse (Ooh)
Still havin’ to introduce yourself while your name on your chain must hurt
‘Cause nobody knows you, unfortunately, that’s the way life goes
Let ’em meet a god, now she got the white gown to match them dirty white toes
Pop out face-to-face on a b#tch, she know this sh#t finna be a Ike show (Brrrah)
Now she like, “I ain’t even mean to say that”, turned that b#tch to a typo
Ayy, f#ck that, “Hell, hell, hell, naw, n#gg#”
All the lies involved n#gg#s
It’s cap, cap, cap, cap
‘Til it’s off with your hat, Jake Paul n#gg#s
Spin his #ss, I revolve n#gg#s (Bah, bah-bah, bah-bah)
A friend is what I don’t call n#gg#s
Drop 8K on a shih tzu, you won’t give that cake to your dogs, n#gg#
Spin the motherf#ckin’ block one more time, let the little n#gg# know I’m not playin’ with his #ss
Female rap so borin’ right now, man, I can’t even cap, throw these hoes in the trash
Huhhhhh (When I hear they sh#t)
Huhhhhh (They illiterate)
Huhhhhh (Need to f#ckin’ quit)
Huhhhhh (What the f#ck is this?)
Sit me in a burnin’ stove, before I ever sit in they shows
The only bar that they ever told, was that the bar is too low
I can make a n#gg# drop his hoes, he be like, “Adi, adi, adios”
He put his dick in so slow, this a wet vase so his dick arose
This that Ricky, Ricky Bobby
Living room bigger than a lobby (On God)
Wanna wipe a nose but it’s snotty, big bags on me like a trolley
Dick caught in my mouth like jolly
Long as he come out his walley (Bling)
I just killed this sh#t on gang (Cha-ching)
n#gg#s buried, first name Halle (Cha-ching)
Huhhhhh
Huhhhhh, huhhhhh
Huhhhhh
Huhhhhh, huhhhhh, huhhhhh, huhhhhh, huhhhhh
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