No a young n#gg# ain’t sobbing
They’ll give me top when i started from the bottom
Imma fold a n#gg# like an omelet
Put a b#tch in the tomb like tutankhamen
Hold up, hold up, kishka made a dope beat, whoa!
No a young n#gg# ain’t sobbing
They’ll give me top when i started from the bottom, b#tch
Imma fold a n#gg# like an omelet
Put a b#tch in the tomb like tutankhamen
Lightskin n#gg# but no i’m not common
All i want is p#ss# b#tch, ion do talking
Come over here and start sucking and slobbing
Like chris paul, n#gg# imma keep lobbing, b#tch
Now you don’t wanna be a thottie?
Imma f#ck you, you can get some more bodies, uh
She gets on her knees for a dollar
Accurate raps likе brees in the pocket
Like mе and luka, i really lost it
I don’t f#ck with these rats, nor possums
In a few years, i’m flying to boston
While these haters are gone and forgotten
But they want me to reminisce
No damn more will i beg for a b#tch
Back when i had crushes, a n#gg# was blushing
I wanted to f#ck but my friends had to snitch
Stop playing with me, lil b#tch i got sticks
Jalen ramsey how i’m getting a pick
You can beg if you want, and make a wish
But you’re not getting this dick
They gonna laugh, after they gave me last
n#gg#s thought that i was mad
They came back, and i got back on her #ss
I gave her 6 and a half, i’m boutta spaz
Don’t come asking for a stack, cuz you were fake in the past
b#tch that’s a fact
I’m running fast on the track
Y’all might wanna run it back
And i’m running fast
Cuz imma be way ahead, and y’all still running to class
I could give a f#ck if you think my rapping is trash
My n#gg# i ain’t even ask
I’m in my bag, i’m talking duffies
These b#tches is soft as a damn rubber ducky
If a b#tch don’t like me, then imma say f#ck it
Get out of my face ho, all you hoes ugly
They acting nutty, i got no allergies
I’m getting paid, steph curry’s salary
Charlotte’s the best, there is no analogy
Damn, i can’t get this feeling outta me
It is that feeling where i’m in my feelings
I was catching feelings like i’m adam thielen
But her body count is higher than the ceiling
I rep the packers, and you like the steelers?
b#tch shut the f#ck up, before i stab you in the liver
These hoes gave me a taste that’s bitter
Say that sh#t to my face and don’t whisper
I’m sh#tting on you m#th*rf#ck*rs like a pigeon
Got ranked last, she’s ain’t f#cking with a n#gg#
It’s fun and games, till i pull out my dick and i bang, bang, bang on your sister b#tch
Actually ion even miss her
Cuz she got this lil fag n#gg# kissing
I like you and i don’t mean to diss you
But please stop posting this fag for a minute
And i’m feeling like i’m johnathan cuz ion got a limit
And i don’t play soccer but you can come and kick it
Your friends gon jump me? they ain’t really wit it
You can get all of your b#tches
They gonna laugh, after they gave me last
n#gg#s thought that i was mad
They came back, and i got back on her #ss
I gave her 6 and a half, i’m boutta spaz
Don’t come asking for a stack, cuz you were fake in the past
b#tch that’s a fact
I’m running fast on the track
Y’all might wanna run it back
Ayo, play that jawn again
I got you, g
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