Epiphany lyrics

[Intro]
Are you in the mafia?
Am I in the what?
Ayy

[Chorus]
A boss talkin', b*tch, shut up and listen
My favorite room in the house is the kitchen
Thick b*tch butt-naked doin' the dishes
So many pounds in this b*tch, I should open a dispensary
I'm glad a n*gga never had to see the penitentiary
I go to Hutch now, I used to have my hoes in Tiffany
I'm the realest, I just had an epiphany
These lil' hoes ain't sh*t to me

[Verse 1]
Shoutout one time to the hoes who tried to sh*t on me
n*ggas wanna be just like me, so they mimic me
I'm not comin' out the house 'less I got a fifty-piece
All-black yop stick hold a fifty-piece
My n*gga fryin' birds, puttin' up in the chicken grease
I know these n*ggas sick of me
She heard about the di*k, now she wanna see
I'm on the road, I just wanna eat
How in the f*ck is that your b*tch if she f*ckin' me?
How is she in love with you when she in love with me?
Talkin' 'bout she f*ck with you, boy, she f*ck with me
I'm nothin' like you pay-for-pus*y n*ggas 'cause I f*ck for free (Ayy)
[Chorus]
A boss talkin', b*tch, shut up and listen
My favorite room in the house is the kitchen
Thick b*tch butt-naked doin' the dishes
So many pounds in this b*tch, I should open a dispensary
I'm glad a n*gga never had to see the penitentiary
I go to Hutch now, I used to have my hoes in Tiffany
I'm the realest, I just had an epiphany
These lil' hoes ain't sh*t to me

[Verse 2]
Pour a four in a Simply
Nah, boy, you can't sip with me
If you ain't a bad b*tch, you can't sit with me
I can never let these broke n*ggas get to me
White buffs on, all-white Lows, all-white load
Draco, that's a micro, get his life stole
Rose gold on me, now next, I'm doin' white gold
I done made a killing off the white folks
All-white Benz look like a white boat
Tan insides lookin' like dope
b*tch pus*y so wet, I need a lifecoat
The gang out, ain't no telling what we might blow

[Chorus]
A boss talkin', b*tch, shut up and listen
My favorite room in the house is the kitchen
Thick b*tch butt-naked doin' the dishes
So many pounds in this b*tch, I should open a dispensary
I'm glad a n*gga never had to see the penitentiary
I go to Hutch now, I used to have my hoes in Tiffany
I'm the realest, I just had an epiphany
These lil' hoes ain't sh*t to me