[Intro]
Never gon cheat, yeah, I promise!
Never gon cheat, yeah, I promise!
Aye man get your mutherf#ckin hands away from my syrup man
Livin life bro, I’m happy
[Hook]
Baby you know that I might be the realest little n#gg# you ever gone see
Baby you know that I might be trillest little n#gg# that you wanna be
Baby you know that I might be the richest little n#gg# you ever could treat
And you know that I might just scoop that little b#tch up off of her feet
All of these n#gg#s they know that they fallin’ and everyone wanna be me
All of these b#tches don’t wanna be cheated on but all these b#tches wan’ cheat
All of these b#tches wanna be the new wifey but all of these b#tches be cheatin
All of these rappers I swear they watering down, on the chlorine
[Verse 1]
Feed me, feed me
These p#ss# n#gg#s tighter than a wedgie, weegee
I live life like a sniper, they can’t see me, see me
Her heart like an old diaper, I can’t leave it, leave it
I’m drinkin’ on this motherf#ckin’ mud
Okay my f#ckin’ back pocket is fat like a butt
I swear I’mma blood, I can never be your cuz
You can roger that like my motherf#ckin’ boss (Losie!)
I’ll bippoty-bop, then stick it and fade
I keep some coke and the rocks on me day
I got a b#tch with a yacht missin in the bay
Come here choke me if you wan’ go on a date
I’ll make bail within’ the first 48
I’ll give her the stick
She gone get a clip, bigger than a p#rn star dick
And I need new casting, for a p#rn star clip
[Hook]
[Interlude]
That’s called breathin’, that’s how you let that b#tch breathe fool
[Verse 2]
Okay you know all my diamonds got no flaws
Momma move to 85, nope to 85 south
I think these hoes piranhas, excluding my baby momma
I take care my daddy momma by pullin’ up with them bundles
If I ain’t treat you good little baby just know it’s karma
You did my n#gg# wrong, I know it, it was last summer
Lyin’ to me, tellin’ me I’m the bomb like Osama
I wish I could spend 50 bands on tour for grandmama
How could that n#gg# (?) with a bundle
I could never call, not a fed, not a cop
n#gg#s sit on the bench and I said do ya’ll
YSL scream: for the red crew, we got it right on
n#gg#s got me on my syrup in this Bentley, see ya’ll
That little b#tch just want birds and you know I said ya’ll
She gone act just like a cl#t#r#s with them feds and act dumb
She might act like she know Bird when them players in there
[Hook]
[Outro]
Yeah I’m a crazy m#th*rf#ck*r, fool
I got on (?) but you know I’m still drippin’ you know what I’m sayin’
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