Rules of Survival lyrics

[Intro]
(Drink that lemonade!)
(b*tch I said f*ck that, f*ck that, b*tch I said f*ck that, f*ck that)
(b*tch I said)
I said

[Verse 1]
I said f*ck that, f*ck that (f*ck that)
f*ck her ass out, get your butt back (Butt back)
Paintin hieroglyphics on a sl*t back (Thot)
Lil b*tch that's art, don't touch that (Don't touch that)
Prolly smoke too much, needa cut back (I should cut back)
Wait is that even a thing, b*tch whats that? (Wait what's that, what?)
I'm boutta put a double barrel on your mustache (Mustache)
I thought you was dead, so I must ask (I must ask)
Do you know where your b*tch at? (Nah)
Somewhere gettin' done like a Kit-Kat (She getting boned)
I know who did that
Fall in that infinite pitch black
Don't be a mishap
Barely my mind is so intact (I might break)
Can't take no impact

[Verse 2]
I need some, I need some oxygen, aye
I need some b*tches, and lots of them
They know my name, I do not want to talk to them, no
Trying to achieve the optimum
No time to kick it, I don't play for Tottenham no
I'm blowing up, f*ck whoever get killed
Same kind of coat as Cruella de Vil
Tell her to chill, pleasured at will (Ayy, ayy)
I treat the pus*y like several meals (Uh-huh)
Sorry, I cannot subsidize
We know your b*tch, she loves the guys (We know your b*tch)
I don't give a f*ck and it's justified
Being round y'all, I must get high
Wow, exceptional, point blank decimal
If rap don't work, I'll be Léon the professional
Shirt and my hat say brain dead
So it make sense sometimes I turn into a vegetable
How you like that?
This is the resistance, b*tch fight back (Fight back)
If we gon' strike then we must strike fast (Strike fast)
I love it when your b*tch DM me that I snapped (I snapped)
I rarely know what day it is
f*ck it, it's whatever day I say it is
Tr-tryna get home with no clue which way it is
(Chase!)
[Verse 3]
Arrive with my rivals, they dead on arrival
They did not follow my rules of survival
f*ck her she singing we start a recital
I put a b*tch on American Idol (American Idol)
Don't be so mad, don't be a b*tch
I gotta laugh, you're making me rich
Your money short like my bio
I'm countin buckeyes with friends in Ohio (Sheesh)
I'm poppin' acid on Cinco De Mayo
I eat the beet like it's pico de gallo (Pico de gallo)
Back back b*tch, I got work in my backpack, b*tch (Back, backpack)
Got too high, I'm a asshat b*tch (Asshat)
My gas loud like a laugh track b*tch (Trash that)