Cocaine Freestyle lyrics

[Verse]
b*tch, I'm on cocaine, b*tch, I'm off vikes
I'm a sl*t, b*tch, but I dress like a dyke
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch, that's what I like
And I'm still riding beats like I hopped on a bike
And I'm still riding methods 'til the b*tch don't work
I'll suck a whole damn di*k for a perc
b*tch, I'm in court mean mugging the clerk
I be outside, you be watching Young Turks
And I really don't get how a hoe be hating
Big Zuzie chain with the white gold plating
I was never married to him, we were just dating
'Til he starting tryna do me like a play thing
I admit, yeah, it broke my heart
But a b*tch came back, yeah, I rode my star
Then I made 6 bands while a b*tch was off hard
And I mean blow, b*tch, I don't mean tar
Rate going up, now I'm tryna charge 20
They/them b*tch, go and run me the money
They really f*cked up thinking I was a bunny
Yeah, I pull up to the show like torn-up bummy
Like I rolled out of bed, gave my man head
Hit the goose quick, you be duckin' instead
Cheap ass b*tch, put a buck on your head
And the crazy hoes love me, so you will be dead
Man, these boys so dess, tryna start mess
Tryna squeeze two tiny A-cup breasts
Tryna feel butt, that's why I can't wear a dress
If I throat one time, then it get him obsessed
And I must confess, your girl still wylin'
I'll watch a b*tch die while I'm smiling
Two fuzzy boots and a hat, now I'm styling
They ain't even know I'm violent
Beat a hoe up like she was the kick drum
Big Zuzie, never playing the victim
Saw him on the floor, knocked out, still kicked him
If we got the pitbulls then I sick them
Hard b*tch, I should be in the cartell
Left that hoe looking like Pia Martell
Keep the engineer looking like a fart smell
Keep my bedroom looking like a yard sale