In conclusion lyrics

[Verse 1]
Funny how these f*ckers play with me
I body impact a f*cker inside his baby teeth
The way these b*tches push my buttons like vice city, money cheat
We hanging tips up on your lovely seat, like f*ck you tryna' be?
A better person? A better version of what you see?
sh*t funny how they dummy when we bring up history
You all agree to follow and tippy toe until [?]
But all that sh*t don't change, you stupid b*tch, did I see?
Called that b*tch from the streets, [?] next time they speed
Say you weed at the fees, but sniffing coke off they seat
You just hand me down for hand-outs, half you pussies off beat
And off-springs, from the same f*cked up and self-creep seed
You f*ckers is need be, been insecurities
I laugh when they got worse from me, b*tch you give me payday while I'm dancing in your f*cking sleep
Lil dipsh*t, leap up off the highest peak
b*tch it is what it be
I can feel it, I can feel it
Lacking on they stamina, my mental never finished
Half these motherf*ckers never get it, I should quit it
sh*t been going crazy by the minute
Yeah, spring my money like she got sh*t
I ain't ever pocket, to chest up and lock it
Heavy on my conscience, combine with the dash, I don't cop it
Price ain't no option
[Bridge]
(Wheezing)
I love the guy, I do, I love him, I love him, but uh
The fact that he is not part of our lives, I'm fine with that
(Wheezing and laughing)
You f*ck one of the boys, you f*ck us all, you know
(Laughing)
And-and... and, f*ck you. f*ck you
(Laughing)

[Verse 2]
b*tch I'm on they neck like suit and tie
Told you I was hurting and burning from my insides
So what? I cut my mental back, don't act surprised
How the f*ck I'm supposed to act in the summertime?
I hate the f*ck sh*t, so stuck up, but couldn't make a f*cking buck
Unless you sucking up nuts, I've been dying to see you try and push your f*cking luck
You just chucking up a f*ck ton of nothing much, huh, yeah
I got my medicine up to keep my life from the dust
Before I pushed a couple kids inside your cup, yeah
Said you in the cut, but we see you stitched up
How you f*cking switch up? Them lames let you speak up
You no switch hitter, motherf*cker, who with ya?
b*tch I'm too bitter, couldn't ever wanna be ya
No matter how much I see it, get money b*tches, you keep up
Power tripping, we zip up, body bags and we ship ya
Who the f*ck wanna breathe when ya life like this?
Wanna cop my fees, you wanna bite my di*k?
You can bark that bark, but you ain't run that sh*t
You can rent that Porsche, but you can't park that b*tch
I don't step outside, I guess I'm hypocrite
I can bet your b*tch swallow your mans to this
While I hit my list and zipper up my lip
We make double your fit while daddy paying your tips, huh