Music: JPEGMAFIA
Everything about JPEG's, I like
One, two
Ok, how in the **** is you **** still yapping about me? You know that I come in the clutch
Labels can't do what I do with the money, you know these **** be stuck in a rut
Baby girl, that ain't your money, you know you can't pay for that space with the rapper you ****
She taking dick like she listen to Taylor Swift, ice on my neck while I'm chiefing the blunt
Bitches be lying for nothing, they try to stand next to the money and get 'em a cut
You getting ****ed but you ain't getting paid, I swear these bitches be ****ing for hugs
****ing for drugs, ****ing on **** who don't even remember who the **** that they was
I'm ****ing your friends, I'm breaking a bond while I'm breaking her back and I'm breaking her trust
Only the M's, I got yo bitch signing like Tems, you know that I wrap it like Hush
I'm Vic in the clutch, you know that they try defend but I'm getting in no matter what
I'd rather eye-to-eye with a ****
Ride for me if you really wanna die for a ****
If you really wanna earn it then don't lie to a ****
Man, a bitch will really have you going live on a ****
No sleep, every day waking up like I been rubbing that white on my teeth
When I'm ****ing regular bitches and giving it to her, I'm turning that bitch to a freak
**** be thinking that shit still sweet, I'ma paint yo bitch face like Gleesh
Can't stop walking 'round with this heat, y'all be bumping that mid and cheap
**** y'all ****, them tracks be weak, I could loop you in my sleep
You **** sheep, I can't be seen with hoes that's weak
Uh-uh
All of my fiends
Bridges on fire
Shawty, I'm tryna make it through the night
Wasn't my friend
It wasn't my fault
It wasn't my man
My answer's wrong
All of my days
All of my nights
Shawty, these heavy days
I won't survive
Uh, one, two, yeah
Shawty gon' ride, shawty gon' die, shawty gon' ****ing bring it
Trying to get high, trying to get bent, I'm trying to ****ing feel it
Every time I come through B-more I still get the fidgets
Clutching on the Desi, these one ways can get suspicious
I can't **** these bitches, they malicious and meticulous
And these **** be acting like bitches, they get so fictitious
You ain't gotta lie, Craig, I don't wanna kick it
Been doing stunts since double digits, no impossible missions
Baby girl, if you wanna back me up then hold this heat
Hold her head 'cause you can't hold that hoe down over me
Choppers overgrown, the razors tucked up in my cheek
You a mobile home, you rap, but should be rolling weed
She on the phone so much I know she choosing over me
It's a lie, but I can't lie, it's what's known to me
It's whats known to me, I can't get control of me
Envelope is 30, better luck with that than folding me
My baby mama brother brought me out my first key
She said, "you one of a kind", no rehearsing
Keep your mouth shut 'cause you can't pay for hearse fees
And if that Cybertruck get dented, no reimbursing
Your daddy in the floor, we gon' smoke him
You was screaming for your dogs when they broke in