Typical Rap Song 7 lyrics

[Intro]
Woah

[Verse 1]
Bust so many brains (Yeah)
Nah, I ain't street, I’m just crazy
Pain couture, pour it on my fangs (Ah)
Yeah, AP Plain Jane, for me
Look at my denim, Undercover jeans (Okay)
Had to turn up all these broke boys
I'm on tour, bought that b*tch a sex toy, n*gga (Hahaha)
Boy, don't cry, it’s alright, got Bstroy (Okay)
No, I'm not no f*ckin' goddamn Destroy, n*gga (Okay)
When I throw on black, this ain't Rick, ooh (Ooh)
Told that monster, "Get the f*ck out my pic'," yeah
Peinture sayin' that I don't exist, yeah
Cry me a river, you ain't got no vision (Oh, oh, oh)
What’d I say? CC on my lens, uh
20/20 vision on my b*tch, she sick (Oh, oh, oh)
Did surgery on my car, hop in

[Bridge]
Hop in
Did surgery on my car, hop in
Huh, pink guts on my seats, hop in
Cut the top off like I’m on LiveLeak, n*gga
Like I'm on LiveLeak
Drop top, top, like I’m on LiveLeak
Top off, like I'm on LiveLeak, yeah, yeah, huh, huh
Like I'm on LiveLeak, yeah
[Verse 2]
Cut the top off like I'm on LiveLeak
You ain’t got no [?] tellin' me where my time
Baby girl, come with me, wanna catch a vibe?
Told that n*gga, “sh*t not sweet, it's not lemon lime”
Pardon me, wrist on freeze, n*gga's just changing the climate (Oh, oh, oh)
Uh, where yo' mommy? You just wah-wah
You a baby, baby, baby, n*gga, on Muay Thai
Florida sh*t, n*gga waste a man hit, and then got tired (Ah, ah)
R.I.P. XXX, wish the young n*gga was alive (Oh, oh, oh)
Shout out all my haters like baby b*tch [?] and I'm on timing
Spend that black rack, I'm on demon— nah, demon time (Oh, oh, oh)
I ain't talkin' bad 'bout no devil, n*gga just like my [?]
Uh, what you talkin' 'bout?

[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh
(Ooh, ooh)