Toxic Blessing lyrics

[Intro]
Haha, nah, for real, G
Tie a n*gga up, the motherf*cker Cash Kidd Sock in this mall
b*tch-ass n*gga, huh
Ayy, f*ck you n*ggas talkin' to?
Psh, yeah (I like that, Anton)

[Chorus]
f*ck out my face with your advice, you broke, huh (You broke, yeah)
Let me catch you hatin', I'ma hop on your ho, boy (Ho)
I ain't your b*tch, what you lyin' to me for? (What?)
Tryna get over on me like I'm drivin' too slow (Yeah)
Showed her an M, no, I'm not c*ckin' her though, huh (No, I'm not)
Feel like Scooby Doo, hit the lot, get the Ghost, ooh
No pink slip like my job let me go, lil' broke-ass n*ggas need to find 'em one

[Verse]
Pst, she can't leave me 'lone, I'm a toxic blessing (Ayy)
I'm beefin' with some bums, all my opps is peasants
Lil' dirt, think he sweet with my sloppy sеconds
I buss down a Plain, n*gga, 9-11
She takin' in my kids like child protectivе
New crib, got it black like my house infected
Yeah, lake in the back, I got it wrappin'
Pick her up, make her walk back, Michael Jackson
You broke, scammer, need to start retiring
Just found 13K inside the dryer, yeah
b*tch so spoiled like her time expired
They payin' for the lines like a job at Chrysler, yeah
Big backends, I feel like a spider (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm son to all these n*ggas, I should rock a visor
You f*ckin' in the car, almost popped the tire
My kids in her mouth like a mama tiger (Ayy, ayy)
We ridin' in the striker, tryna find a striker
I only want the mouth, I ain't tryna wife her (Yeah, I'm not though)
I got a thousand hoes and my mama like 'em (My mama do)
He's savin' all the b*tches, he a firefighter (Yeah)
It's time for you to go, but your neck was splendid
She actin' like a keeper, she was recommended, huh
b*tch so bad, give her ass detention
I feel like Santa Claus how I stand on business (What you mean?)
[Chorus]
f*ck out my face with your advice, you broke, huh (You broke, yeah)
Let me catch you hatin', I'ma hop on your ho, boy (Ho)
I ain't your b*tch, what you lyin' to me for? (What?)
Tryna get over on me like I'm drivin' too slow (Yeah)
Showed her an M, no, I'm not c*ckin' her though, huh (No, I'm not)
Feel like Scooby Doo, hit the lot, get the Ghost, ooh
No pink slip like my job let me go, lil' broke-ass n*ggas need to find 'em one