Bi polar lyrics

[Chorus]
I been thuggin with the mob this sh*t not ok, huh
I'm goin 7-6 about my whoas
He thought he was gangster took the stand and told
Im thuggin put fire on that n*gga acting like he bold
Strike his ass for a fifty bark it on em
This not Timmy turner know this racket on me, play with them vamps get his ass gone
Stick in the Lambo do the butterfly effect
I watch the audi i8 take off like a jet, swear the Glock like a dog call this bit' my pet
We not in the wrong give me my respect
Got this Glock in my palms, angel with a Tec
The bullet don't ricochet like it reflеct, if my whoa's say i gotta get you then its that
And you know this sh*t la familia take yo chеck
And its a city girl and she live in a silly world
f*ck I look like pus*y?, I ain't buy no b*tch no pearls, huh
b*tch talm bout she love me, b*tch you finna make me hurl
Baby, make c*m you needa hurry up, huh drink my nut and call it cereal
I put a hole in that n*gga cheerio, I bought the b*tches gucci bag to cheer her up
Im with some mexicans, they caught em lacking eat that boy like Churros
That boy had like 50 grams then left with 0
Outta my rear call me Subzero, ya partna' got robbed just don't be no hero
I need a BabyEBG and Long Live Kyra Mira
I'm on 10 n*gga how i feel you?
Bit' go ballistic I call that hoe Kira
That bit' she so tempted to break my damn mirror
These hoes get on my nerves had to go talk to Siri
Why you don't call me Lil BJ I promise I'll pick up the phone
I just wanna talk to kyra so i can tell her I love her she told me that I'm never wrong, huh
I'm on the east side in a brick
We leavin ya momma crying, and throwin a fit
They say it's hunnids shots behind the mist
If you ever came back to life you'll be p*ssed
Them n*ggas that say that they love you they ain't do sh*t
n*gga you dead in a ditch while I'm on the gram poppin' my sh*t
On IG Live with a 30 round clip
Get [?] for somebody go missing
EBG band gang we don't celebrate Christmas
We get anything we f*cking want, we ain't asking no b*tches
I pop out with that all black pump
Use to ride in Ubers, put it in the trunk
When they ask me what it was I said it junk
I want money grow on trees, want better stuff
I wanna thousand bad b*tches f*cking us
Boyfriend played you, baby tuff luck
Do what I got to but she gon' f*ck Sum
Know she gon' f*ck the gang we not gon' judge
That Lil hoe be sucking di*k with out that grudge
That boy shooting blank bullets like peach fudge
We slide in a tank he knew what it was