Despicable lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm (Stevo crowned this beat)

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Ayy, n*gga donated plasma for fifty dollars and bought pus*y with it
You wonder why your di*k hot, you woozy, n*gga
Need a Amber alert, lately, my roof been missin', huh
b*tch, you talkin' to the G.O.A.T. like that Dolittle n*gga
Car got a f*ckin' horse on it like I hoop for Pistons
Got a hand full of glass like I'm doin' dishes
Whole city know your b*tch' neck warm, stupid n*gga
Dweeby ass boy, yo' mama ain't never seen you with b*tches
I'm gettin' concerned 'cause I ain't never seen you with chicken
So f*ckin' broke, you need to kill yourself, you torturin'
My haters tryna be my friends, now they forfeitin'
Why you ain't never popped sh*t? Go to the orphanage

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
All the rules, I'm bendin' 'em
I'm the smoothest criminal
I don't want these b*tches to myself, I just be rentin' 'em
Boy, your own family know you lame, sh*t despicable
D and G on me like I work for Dollar General
You can't be my fan if you a simp 'cause you not listenin'
n*gga hit the stand and start admittin', just like Michigan
Free all of my scammers and my killers, b*tch, they innocent
f*ck a Plain Jane, I'm show-boatin' like an immigrant
[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
Rich b*tches, but they on sh*t, that's who I'm dealin' with (Who I'm dealin' with)
Get to stompin' in these Rick Owens like they timber (Like they timber)
I'm in public like I don't know her, I don't remember sh*t (I don't remember)
Model b*tches act like I ain't make 'em, I ain't give up sh*t
Flexin' hard, I feel like Kurt Angle, how these medals hit (Flex hard)
Took her on a trip with me, she said y'all never went (Never went)
She wasn't tryna pay the fee, that's why I never hit (Never hit)
He said he don't f*ck with me, I must've hit his b*tch (And I did)

[Verse 3: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Off-season, I done ran it up, I been doin' sprints (Ran it up)
Five-hundred shoes in my closet, look like cool kicks (Cool kicks)
Free my trap n*ggas out my flockers, they ain't do sh*t (They ain't do sh*t)
I'm at Sax, being disrespectful, snatchin' rude fits (Yeah)
I don't want these b*tches to myself, yeah, it's too many 'em (It's too many)
Passin' hoes, lendin' 'em (Lendin' 'em)
Big hundreds, printin' 'em (Printin' 'em)
I get first dibs, I'm like, "I don't want the skinny" (I don't want the skinny)
I keep breakin' all the f*ckin' rules, I be forgettin' 'em (Yeah)

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
All the rules, I'm bendin' 'em
I'm the smoothest criminal
I don't want these b*tches to myself, I just be rentin' 'em
Boy, your own family know you lame, sh*t despicable
D and G on me like I work for Dollar General
You can't be my fan if you a simp 'cause you not listenin'
n*gga hit the stand and start admittin', just like Michigan
Free all of my scammers and my killers, b*tch, they innocent
f*ck a Plain Jane, I'm show-boatin' like an immigrant