Episode 2 lyrics

[Intro]
My pops raised me to be a Gangster Disciple (Queen)
She just an evil b*tch (Duh, b*tch)
I don't give a f*ck if I, if I am or I ain't the daddy (Mm, cry me a river, b*tch)
We could've been still f*ckin' (No, the f*ck we couldn't)
I asked her to record me you know, to tell the truth (Exactly)
On BDN, let's get that clear (Exactly, what you wanna know?)
I asked for that that, I told her to record me
So, you know
It's nothing

[Verse 1]
Hurt b*tch and that di*k broke (Broke)
Egg-head ass so happy he cracked, that's why his ass got yolked (b*tch)
di*k couldn't make me c*m, he was knocked out, I'm in this b*tch woke
Ho can't never say my pus*y dry or weak, b*tch, I lеft that b*tch soaked
Dumb b*tch, I'm sh*ttin' on you
And I never suckеd your di*k, but you already know when I see you, I'm spittin' on you
Talkin' 'bout obsessed, i'm beatin' your ass, b*tch, that's the only way I'm hittin' on you
Grown-ass goofy should thank me, I be stoppin' these n*ggas from gettin' on you
Talkin' 'bout you f*cked, b*tch, wouldn't sit on your face, n*gga, let alone sit on you

[Interlude]
b*tch steady goin' to Facebook talkin' sh*t, 'b*tch, 'cause you know I don't got a Facebook with your lame dirty ass, b*tch
You couldn't f*ck sh*t, b*tch
God knows, f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?
You the only n*gga in America that can't f*ck they baby mama, b*tch
[Verse 2]
Ho, you a loser
You really mad a b*tch get n*ggas, b*tch, I been a chooser
You really mad I ran that f*ckin' bag up like a mover
Your mama think you paid, that sh*t so sad, why you confuse her? (Huh?)
I could've got her out the hood, you ain't wanna improve her
n*gga think he onto somethin', b*tch, f*ck you thought, you future? (b*tch, I'm Future)
f*ck you, b*tch, let another n*gga raise your kids, it's gon' go smoother
b*tch-ass n*gga know what time it is, give a f*ck about no rumors
Weak-ass n*gga, he really a user
n*gga, listen
I'm the prize, I'm the star, when I come around, I glisten
Your washed-up ass only halfway relevant if Ke'Asha mentioned
Music ain't even worth a pile of sh*t, let alone a listen
I wash my hands with pus*y n*ggas, but you soft, so I'ma rinse 'em

[Interlude]
The f*ck? You soft-ass n*gga
Motherf*ckers mad about that exposin' sh*t, let's be for real, b*tch
Get a grip
n*gga talkin' 'bout he gon' sue me
How you gon' sue me and you a deadbeat, b*tch?
The judge gon' throw a rock at your ass

[Verse 3]
Listen, sport
You really dropped the ball, b*tch, now it's f*ck goin' to court (b*tch)
When I tried, you didn't try, b*tch, your ass tried to ignore it (b*tch)
Who the f*ck you think you is, b*tch? I'm the man and you the whore (b*tch)
If you wanna get involved, b*tch, holler at me, keep it short (Ho)
Only God can judge me, all you hoes gon' get ignored (Only God can judge me, b*tch)
Please get over yourself, b*tch, f*ckin' with you ain't no reward (I don't get sh*t from that)
b*tch, it's actually the worst, that's why a b*tch dispersed (b*tch)
That's why a b*tch don't give a f*ck about you 'cause you worthless
I was a young b*tch just doin' young sh*t
Ho, I ain't know no better, but I'ma show 'em better
Ho, I can't fail and I love my babies, so this ain't hell (b*tch)
If that n*gga drown, that's the only way I'll wish him well
I'ma bail out, n*gga need a handout
Need a white man to hold his hand, be a man, he a sellout
b*tch, get the hell out
[Outro]
b*tch (Period), period, Queen sh*t, b*tch
Y'all better hope I don't have another motherf*ckin' episode
That's what y'all better not hope, goddamn (Period, b*tch)
I mean y'all better hope, hahahaha
Hell nah, maybe I might be the bipolar ol' ho, ain't no tellin'
Ayy, Queen sh*t, b*tch
Ayy, period, what? Rip that b*tch, what?
Shred that b*tch to pieces, what?
Yeah (Hell nah), b*tch