I’m that m#th*rf#ck*r
Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck
Chopper bang up on a n#gg# till my wrist stuck
Wrist froze like my wrist stuck
Tell that boy I like the way I know your b#tch f#ck
And if you swinging keep your fists up
Get up
p#ss# n#gg# tryna sick duck
Chopper stutter sounds like b#tch talk
And when it stutter make a b#tch talk
They ain’t know the clique I had to put him on
Shawty in my DMs made her favorite song
She said boy you blowing know where you come from
Fist on knuckle knuckles if you act tough
Got a lotta choppers I ain’t scared of those
Got 30 clip that get rid of hoes
Magazine with a centerfold
While a b#tch ride me like a Benz truck
And we so so dirty
n#gg# we been up
I must have fathered the n#gg#s cause they wanna hear something
(You not my dad)
When I’m with the clique
Don’t try to say hi to me
When I reply
It’s like they won the lottery
You not my mama
Don’t care if you’re proud of me
When I hit millies
Hakuna Matata
Your baby mama so proud to be fond of me
Oh yes indeed she creamy on top of me
Sleep with a strap and a b#tch no monogamy
Free all my brodies locked up like monopoly
I’m that m#th*rf#ck*r
Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck
Chopper bang up on a n#gg# till my wrist stuck
Wrist froze like my wrist stuck
Tell that boy I like the way I know your b#tch f#ck
And if you swinging keep your fists up
Get up
p#ss# n#gg# tryna sick duck
Chopper stutter sounds like b#tch talk
And when it stutter make a b#tch talk
I already told you, I don’t even f#cking care
Twisting my wrist, swing my fist in the air
Swinging my fist and my wrist and my hair
b#tch lick my dick and her man watching scared
Punk sl#t shawty
Throw it at the party
In my crib with my b#tch bumping Playboi Carti
Karm got dreads he like to swing just like he Bob Marley
Just got brain it’s so insane yuh that sh#t was retarded
Pulled a strain that sh#t so dank it smell like someone fart
Put that icing on her face like a pop tart
b#tch I’ll hit the folks on a cop car
Mixing Adderall with my Wokhardt
I’m that m#th*rf#ck*r
Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck
Chopper bang up on a n#gg# till my wrist stuck
Wrist froze like my wrist stuck
Tell that boy I like the way I know your b#tch f#ck
And if you swinging keep your fists up
Get up
p#ss# n#gg# tryna sick duck
Chopper stutter sounds like b#tch talk
And when it stutter make a b#tch talk
I’m a wonder boy
Always lost always wandering
I see these big billboards I wanna see myself right in front of it
I don’t mean to be the elephant
But life is really what you make of it
I’m a wonder boy
Always lost never making sense
Always trying to find my way through the mud instead walking on the pavement
Life is a creation
So why wouldn’t I create something
Am I in my head
Am I just inside all the things around me that I don’t understand
Am I just a voice inside
This empty house again
I’m wasting all my time
All for a second to rest
Why is it moving so fast
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