Typical Rap Song 8 lyrics

[Verse]
(Hello, diary, it's me again)
I don't wanna see no more (Okay)
I'm not entertained, I don't wanna be no more (What?)
You a pus*y ass n*gga, you ask me if I got Venmo (What?)
TD catcher, make a jugg, I f*cked my mental (Yeah)
Swear these n*ggas pus*y as f*ck, y'all on yo' menstrual (Yeah)
You ain't on Zillow, no, that sh*t a f*ckin' rental (Yeah)
You a green bean, n*gga, you a lentil (Yeah)
You done threw them B's up and got yo' sh*t blown (Yeah)
Razzay, and I crashed out (Hahahaha)
Holy f*ck, hop in that Murciélago, I'm mashin' now (Grr)
I wrote, "Mini-ni-ni-ni," ain't no Mickey Mouse (Mickey)
Burn a house up, ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-need, put em out (Ne-ne)
I just turnt up, ran a check up, why y'all think I sold my soul? (Yeah, yeah)
I just run the test up, f*ck the full buzz, I drive the Ghost (Huh, yeah)
Lil' n*gga, I just OD'd, overdose (Yeah)
I ain't goin' out sad, I ain't Trippie, I ain't Gosha
Red, pour me a pint, like a SONIC
Yeah, these bands don't make no sense (Yeah)
Diamonds hittin' white, like they Mike Pence
Yeah, Margiela tee, all you see is circle six (Yeah)
Yeah, I ain't Drake, I'on f*ck with six-six-six
Yeah, anime, if you wanna be my missus
Yeah, Lil Tay, fake my death on these peons, yeah (Peon)
"What's yo' major?" n*gga, I'm not Elon (Hahahaha)
Yeah, I'ma pay ya, what's ya social though? (Yeah)
Send a prayer, to Jeff Bezos (Huh, huh)
I'ma pay it, when I pull up wit' my Lambo (Huh, huh)
Pain couture, pull up feet, I need the geltoes (Huh, huh)
Bad lil' b*tches always got sum' to say
And the choppa f*ck n*ggas, I ain't know it was gay (Pfft)
Way these n*ggas actin', swear to God, we in a play (Pfft)
And this sh*t not even real, swear we in a play (Pshh)