You’re a j*rk lyrics

[Verse]
Not that I'm the sh*tter
I just made me a Twitter
Your b*tch hit me up and now I'm poking in her liver
She say her man real, but really I'm much realer
You had her smoking mid and I'm a purp dutch filler
Now let's talk about my skrilla
You see how fast the car go
Got so much bread I got robbed my Wells Fargo
I hit it like Harpo, I spill off in the Vette
On the way to my private port bout to leave in my private jet
Got a couple private b*tches, privately getting badder
And they mad cause I'm not touching on they privacy
I'll rolling up, mama lay back, lay back in my Maybach
Lay back in my Maybach as I crack open up this eight pack
Lay back in my Maybach as I crack open up this eight pack
And stop touching on my eight back
I see through you just like Apex
DVD recorder, J.I.D immortal
Can't buy love, but I promise I can afford you
The way the shoes and the shirt fit so cordial
The [?] sit high, the scents on fire
The tint so fly, did I mention that I'm high
I can't explain on all the money that I spent on I
Well just explain all the money that I managed to acquire
You saying that I ain't hot, you's a motherf*cking lier
You let the gay new boys get signed off "You're a j*rk"
You can't tell me that a man with my flow should not be heard
Bar for bar, word for word, I'm so disturbed
And I'ma be on top of my sh*t so I'ma turd
Keep your ears to the street, you nerd
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