Ears Bleeding lyrics

[Intro]
(MK, you like a wizard with this sh*t)
Sorry, sweetheart, all my b*tches— ooh, here we go
Ooh, uh-huh, I just, tuh, yeah, yeah
(I like that, Anton)
n*gga, you a b*tch, don't try to act like you like that
Ayy, I'ma— tuh, ayy, huh

[Chorus]
Sorry, sweetheart, all my b*tches tens, nothin' less
One hundred percent, yeah, all my b*tches come correct
Yeah, I'm feelin' like Franklin in this Louis turtleneck
Yeah, finna treat your b*tch pus*y like a punching bag
Yeah, soft-ass n*gga, why you actin' like it's that?
I go check my bank account every time I get upset
I got so many b*tches, I can't never get no rest
Got my f*ckin' ears bleedin', all these n*ggas cap

[Verse]
My b*tch went through my phone like, "All these b*tches trap"
Your b*tch went through your phone like, "All these b*tches fat"
He went broke, had to pawn his lil' piece just like chess
Yeah, I'm pushin' P hard, they like, "These n*ggas hacks"
You want me on your track, if I breathe, that's a rack
He want beef, get him whacked, in a leaf, in a wrap
Yeah, I be's in the trap, catchin' Z's on a jet
Fell asleep in a 'Vette like it's fleas on my pet
Your b*tch just like Jeffrey Dahmer, she gon' eat me to death
Turn you to De'Aaron Fox, put that beam on your chest
Yeah, AR with a scope spot a geek from afar
She just took backshots like a thief at the bar
I gotta keep the heat on like I sleep in my car
Spent a mil' on the house, n*ggas think he was Bart
Playin' golf, got the Glock on the seat in the cart
Need to go and see the Wizard 'cause you need you a heart
We don't brush our teeth the same, you see me in the dark
Keep a stick like I’m Moses, the sea finna part
I got big pointers on me like that thing on a shark
I got big blower on me like it's leaves on my car
I'm a king, I'm a star, n*gga, you a pipsqueak
Fresh as hell, boy, I'm switchin' gear like a ten-speed
I got too many b*tches, boy, let my di*k breathe
I got two hundred b*tches on my line like, "Pick me"
Why the f*ck nobody told me life was gon' be this free?
Sippin' drank, I'm gettin' higher, boy, please don't tempt me
What the f*ck, baby? You ain't say your throat was this deep
Goin' crazy, need a straitjacket in this Bentley
She just suck it for an hour, I can tell she miss me
I done spent a couple houses on my neck and earrings
Tried to show n*ggas the way, damn, I feel like Siri
Test your luck like a clover, flip you like a cheer team
[Chorus]
Sorry, sweetheart, all my b*tches tens, nothin' less
One hundred percent, yeah, all my b*tches come correct
Yeah, I'm feelin' like Franklin in this Louis turtleneck
Yeah, finna treat your b*tch pus*y like a punching bag
Yeah, soft-ass n*gga, why you actin' like it's that?
I go check my bank account every time I get upset
I got so many b*tches, I can't never get no rest
Got my f*ckin' ears bleedin', all these n*ggas cap