241! lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Grr, bow, bow, bow)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (What!?)
Ayy (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Oh yeah, oh yeah (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Ayy

[Chorus]
My family say I'm crazy how I'm in the stu', I'm stuck
My friends say I got anger issues, I got too turnt up
I'm that thick lil' b*tch who kicks her feet up, chewin' gum
He get hit with twinnin' glockies, that's a two for one
She invite the mob to come and mess that booty up
Workin' every minute, no, b*tch, I do not do fun
I stay in the studio, yo' ass stay in the club
Never get no invites, they scared I might shoot it up

[Verse]
He say that he want a feature, but he do not got the money
I'm the virus in yo' PC, yo' entire sh*t corrupt
Oh, and I can't f*ck with brodie, I can't show up to no function
That boy said that he don't like me, like I tend to give a f*ck
Haven't given one, since I was eight years old or some'
Then I went, got hella rich, I got like eight years worth of funds
Bad lil' b*tch got tits, have me like, "How you hold them up?"
I don't got much on my chest, so I had to dump the truck
Yeah, pull up with the choppa, ra-ta-ta, now you not alive
I'm that b*tch that probably make that bag of fentanyl arrive
If he strapped, it doesn't matter, smack him with the Glock, yeah, .9
I've had it with these cats, I'm finna turn yo' class to Columbine
Hover when I'm bored, on tracks, I'm feelin' just like Marty Fly
Sorry, guy, took his b*tch and now he 'bout to start to cry
A large amount of dimes what you gon' find up on this card of mine
Back in school, my haters had to stand in the retarded line
[Chorus]
My family say I'm crazy how I'm in the stu', I'm stuck
My friends say I got anger issues, I got too turnt up
I'm that thick lil' b*tch who kicks her feet up, chewin' gum
He get hit with twinnin' glockies, that's a two for one
She invite the mob to come and mess that booty up
Workin' every minute, no b*tch I do not do fun
I stay in the studio, yo' ass stay in the club
Never get no invites, they scared I might shoot it up