Monster lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, let that record (J. Factor)
Come on
But I am not gon' touch her (Aye)
The b*tch gave me everything she had but I am not gon'—
(Brody, come in here)

[Chrous]
The b*tch gave me everything she had but I am not gon' hump her
Put that gun down, you not a dog, you are not no monster
Tried to set the play and pull the move but I'm not gon' punch her
Put that gun down and catch the fade, I am not no buster
Put that gun down and catch the fade, you still couldn't see me
If you don't f*ck with Bckdoe you could suck my weenie (You could suck my di*k)
I'ma have to pop your lil brother for no damn reason
I took this b*tch bank card, I think she finna freezе it

[Verse]
I think this b*tch f*ck with Jesús, but I feel like Jesus (b*tch, I feel likе God)
This b*tch got Roshe Runs them is not no Yeezys
I had to break it to the b*tch, it was not that easy
The b*tch only gave me three bands, that is not gon' feed me
The b*tch only gave me three bands like what the f*ck is this?
Pull the load over, all my syrup, need to take a p*ss
Hellcat slidin' down the 8 but I just poured a six
I need to stop smokin' weed, I just stole my zip
n*gga, this a hundred dolla' eighth, you know you can't afford it
The b*tch said something dumb so I just ignored it
Seen the baddest b*tch I ever seen on my way to Florida
I dropped a album last week but I did not record it
[Chrous]
The b*tch gave me everything she had but I am not gon' hump her
Put that gun down, you not a dog, you are not no monster
Tried to set the play and pull the move but I'm not gon' punch her
Put that gun down and catch the fade, I am not no buster
Put that gun down and catch the fade, you still couldn't see me
If you don't f*ck with Bckdoe you could suck my weenie (You could suck my di*k)
I'ma have to pop your lil brother for no damn reason
I took this b*tch bank card, I think she finna freeze it

[Outro]
If you don't f*ck with Bckdoe you could suck my weenie
I think she finna freeze it
[?]—you are not a demon
You still couldn't see me
I'ma catch a fade and—you still couldn't touch it
I was ridin' twenty-two, you still got a bucket
She was tryna—hm—everything but I ain't never touched it
I'll never love it
Bad b*tch, I don't even—yeah
Let me see
You could just keep that right there line