(Ah!)
(Oh wassup.)
(Aw nobody’s heard of your music.)
(Gosh!)
(Screamin in ya,)
(f*ck!)
(Window sh*t.)
(Uh, uh.)
(Have me wipin’ your eachothers asses.)
(Ugh!)
(& you gotta get the f*ck out
You better.)
(Ah!)
(Im tired of your stupid ass.)
(Im the one who’s got it,)
(Yeah!)
(All.)
(Yeah!)
(Figured out.)
(Ya, Ya.)
Rappin’ over beats on my street get you f*cked up
I got ten racks on my name when I’m pullin’ up
Counterfeit b*tches doing bars you some lame f*cks
I don’t give a f*ck homie swing and tell um better duck
(Oh.)
Now we got another problem on our hands
YIKESJIMMIE boutta run you for another bands
Where you at b*tch, give me that sh*t
& I want everything, give that sniff
(Whatcha did?)
Coke in my toes like I’m steppin’ in snow
Eat all my ice till my body turns cold
Multiple chains they so old
They got mold
When b*tches are round me they come & smoke bowls
Hit up my line just to see if I’m fine
Drinking & smoking of course Imma ride
Counting, counting sheeps in the sky
You drop by my crib like, hello bye-bye
I can’t see your face, I’m to f*cked I’m losing my mind so
Four shots till find out who, why, when, where, am I gonna
I can...
(Aye!)
You never could hide me
My diamonds are shiny
I feel like a hypebeast
I pull up in raris
& I got diamonds on my face
(Yeah.)
I got Gucci on my waist
(Huh?)
I got Yeezy’s just for runnin’
(b*tch.)
But I’m only runnin' in place
Reese's puffs, Reese's Puffs
(Yo!)
Wiggas gotta go
Put a cap in their ass
Cause I murder with this flow
Put the cash in the bag
With a snapback
In the backpack
Wigga hashtag
Rip X
& I got the money, from pursuing
Like a white girl, after suing
All these drugs, but not misusing
Your confusing
& I’m not
And yo b*tch think I'm hot
You get what you get, & you got what you got
You act like a b*tch & you finna get shot
Like
(Aye.)
Look
Imma do it my way!
I can’t see your face, I’m to f*cked I’m losing my mind so
Four shots till find out who, why, when, where, am I gonna
I can...
(Aye!)
I'm tastin' that pus*y, John Harrison
I am the best no comparison
Embarrassing
Everybody wanna be me
I got ice, and they all vv’s
And your girl see me on T.V.,
And her knees weak
When she see me
(Aye!)
Man, yo b*tch is so loose
I do not f*ck with that sh*t like a noose
Put that sh*t all around up on my neck
I only know cause I’m giving her head
I called up your girl and she came to my place
& She road on my di*k, like i came on her face
& I'd c*m on her tits but shes wearing all lace
& She swallowed my children, yo what a disgrace
But hey!
Don’t call me rich cause I'm dumb rich now
I got ice on my wrist cause I'm dumb rich now
I got b*tches on my line that I done killed out
I got n*ggas on my side that I done killed out
I can’t see your face, I’m to f*cked I’m losing my mind so
Four shots till find out who, why, when, where, am I gonna
I can...