Billfold lyrics

[Verse]
This so good
I'm the sickest to spit flows
Wish you would
Like Pinnochio’s intro
Been gold
Feel the cold in your bones, b*tch
I'm chilling like a villain
Whipping lyrics in the mixing bowl
Oh no, bro got no control
Make a verse overflow
With cynical syllables
Kiss my ass under mistletoe
Penning my manifesto
Full of rituals
Literal tradition
Get in the whip and quit b*tchin'
I’m sick and absurd
Put yo di*k in the dirt
If you ain't listen quick
I'm the sh*t, you a nerd, that's it
UGH!
Ain't no f*cking
With the "Dijon Don"
Rocking tube socks
Same color as Grey Poupon
f*ck you pawns and playas
All y'all talk is heinous
See ya later dawg
All the claims you making
They so jaded
Shame that sh*t don't phase me
Brace for impact
This that sh*t that break your back
Lil b*tch
Who you tryna talk to?
Motherf*ck you
And yo crew, b*tch
I'm ruthless
And you ain’t got a clue
Who ruling this abyss
I got no emotion like a "coffin model"
Can’t flex on me
All the talk is hollow
“Stay petty” the motto, or drop
I never been friendly
Hell yeah, I expect you to rot
f*ck out my face, you a clot
I won't even spare you
My f*cking residual c*m
f*ck off
Empty your lungs
You f*cking chump
You’re nothing but a punk
[Hook]
Hunnit, hunnit, hunnits!
Drastic cash, that's meant to fast undress a hoe
b*tch you bet i know
You only round me for my doe
I've been wreckin records
With reckless effort
A nervous wreck
Who keeps it wet
To fill the billfold on his dresser