[Intro]
Yeah bruh
Yeah bruh
Yeah bruh f*cking Custodian
f*cking Yung Glock, b*tch
[Verse]
Running through f*ck on yo b*tch
Suicide doors like I just slit my wrists
You know the choppa got kick
Selling this money like it’s counterfeit
f*ck her make her hair so messy
I know you don’t wanna test me
Acting so hard but I guess he
Getting popped just like some Pepsi
My new sh*t sound like some screamo
Can’t make the cut like an emo
Make the free throw
Just like D-Rose
But i’m a hero to none
Flyer than Airforce 1's
And it’s making you run
And it’s making me c*m
BigDicClique
Sucka my bum
I birthed this rap sh*t
I have a son
Old spice on me Terry Crews
Rest in peace to the Bumb Boys Crew
Making garbage what is new
Bet your E-girl is a dude
Wanna try me be my guest
Rolling with Trash Manifest
Your girl feeling on my chest
Heard this sh*t now you are blessed
I need me some coffee
With some codeine in it probably
I just heard your sh*t
You sound just like a carbon copy
Your girl gives head so sloppy
While she touch up on my body
Imma make the sh*t I want
And none of you can even stop me
But I don’t
f*ck with you b*tches
So shut up and listen
My mind has been f*cked
In like every position
They tryna be kissing
But I’m what they missing
Feel like betty crocker
I whip in the kitchen
So f*ck it up f*ck it up
f*ck it up now
Make my own sh*t
They don’t even know how
I use to trust b*tches
But i’m feeling now
They just want my meat
Like I’m a f*cking cow
Yeah