Music: JPEGMAFIA
**** is ****ing doofy
Turn his light off since you think you Thomas Edison
We cooking **** we beef with like venison
I serve you bitches the truth like it's medicine
Pistols and choppas with drums at my residence
Switches on blicks, make you one with the elements
Draco take you out your body like severance
I be slow, they still don't get the messaging
Shooting up a school 'cause nobody will mention them
How you this pussy? Some people need lead in 'em, we got the sedatives
I am a threat, got these bitch **** panicking
You **** ain't moving nothing, like mannequins
I'm Triple H with the shovel, I bury 'em
Get reparations when I **** an Aryan
I love these hoes, it be you **** scaring them
Put down the towel when my bitch on her period
Take that shit off of the air, you ain't serious
You **** thirsty for bitches you sharing
I can't text you back, I'm too busy for Karens
I'll beat you right outta that weak shit you wearing
Stop bugging me, ho, do I look like your parents?
Apparently, ya parents seen **** go bitch
Confused and embarrassed, I care less
The EDM rock shit y'all gas, I do that on some Ferris shit
Baby, you **** sloppy, you copy
You never got popping, you cannot compare with this
I'm a shogun, my beats are the heritage
One in the major, my instinct was **** a bitch
I'm entertaining you dummy, I punish it
**** ain't worth they salt, It's ****ed up, but it don't hurt that bad
Aye, you ain't gon' hurt that bag
Baby girl, you ain't clock that math
Baby girl, you gon' **** that man
Baby girl, you ain't go do that bad
Baby girl, you don't really need no man
What you gon' do with all that cash?
What you gon' do with all them clicks?
Bitch got an ass that'll hold up bricks
Better get low, high hopes get hit
I'm rapping like cuz, I'm ****ing on his bitch
What you gon' do? We don't know you, do it old school
Beat his ass, strip him to his whole shoes
**** his ho, put it in a song, that's your whole boo
When he yap, this will take the bass out his Pro Tools
You gay for pay, but the pay never coming
We both took a pic, but yo' pic ain't do nothing
This clown get that biscuit in silence or breakfast, and catch a McMuffin
Acting an ass, talking shit, you get butted
It's up and it's stuck, no, it's hunt or be hunted
It's lit, you get smoked while I'm over here blunted
The bitch playing games, but I'm not Travis Hunter
**** ain't worth they salt
It's ****ed up, but it don't hurt that bad
Aye, you ain't gon' hurt that bag
Baby girl, you ain't clock that math
Baby girl, you gon' **** that man
Baby girl, you ain't go do that bad
Baby girl, you don't really need no man
What you gon' do with all that cash?
What you gon' do with all them clicks?
Bitch got an ass that'll hold up bricks
Better get low, high hopes get hit
I'm rapping like cuz, I'm ****ing on his bitch
What you gon' do? We don't know you, do it old school
Beat his ass, strip him to his whole shoes
**** his ho, put it in a song, that's your whole boo
When he yap, this will take the bass out his Pro Tools