It is what it is
Yeah
b#tch I’m makein’ slaps like yo’ mom when you don’t take out the trash
You so trash, hit the gas and I leave you in the (Uh)
I don’t wanna go to the class, so I droped out (Yeah)
I’ve been rushin’ to the money like Moscow
Right now
I’m spin my block like rubik’s cube
Benz like, live strong, been brokes on usual
You probably the best dress, at yo’ funreal
You dress for a typical, I’m blessed cause I’m beautifull
All star weekend, I popped out 3 hit it 3 peep f#ck 3 hoes I’m geekin’
Cop new hot red, drop top callin’ my thoth cause she block all my demons
b#tches don’t dersеrve me, call ’em birds causе they f#ck every season
Don’t give me a reason, Don’t give me a ah, wait
I’m the one they {?} like {?}
I don’t play my money, casino
No piano but I get the scene know
She called me Childish Gambino
b#tch I’m ballin’ the pressure like 3 thorws
And she suck me all like mosquitoes
And you staying with drives like {?}
But I’m all about Bejamins
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