as*h*le lyrics

[Intro]
Prodigy on the beat

[Verse 1]
I'm a motherf*cking as*h*le, b*tch, I'm the sh*t
If I get her to the crib, I got to hit
Made her give it up quick, I robbed the b*tch
I don't even call it rap, I'm talking sh*t
Me and G-Bo Lean hit, but ain't sock the b*tch
It was a one hitter quitter, we dropped the b*tch
Designer fit with them kicks I'm confident
I'm just a saucy ass n*gga, no condiment
All I wanna do is eat, I need a meal
You can tell that I'm shining when you see the grill
If I bust in your gut, b*tch, eat this pill
This n*gga belt hella fake, how the f*ck he real?
I only f*ck from the back, I'm a real dog
Fruity n*ggas talking sh*t, get peeled off
Ain't got to pay for this fade, I'll still off
Cut your head from your throat and get it mailed off

[Verse 2]
All I do is talk sh*t, I'm an as*h*le
If I give her good di*k, she a bad ho
Me and your b*tch got history, I've been had those
First I put 'em to the test than I pass hoes
Small circle, but I keep a big bankroll
We the one giving L's, we don't take those
I be running up a check, I don't chase hoes
Handyman with them strips, b*tch, I make those
Five hundred on the belt, I don't even wear it
Let her f*ck the whole team, I don't even care
I ain't stingy with the b*tch, n*gga, I'ma share
Wifing sh*t that we hit, n*gga, you a square
Little b*tch on my di*k, I'ma hit the ho
If my bro hit, I don't even wanna hit no more
Dope di*k to your b*tch, might give her a dose
When she fiending for the di*k, she be doing the most
I ain't worried 'bout that chain, keep your b*tch tucked
All that speaking on my name get your b*tch f*cked
You can't say you f*cked my b*tch, n*gga, which one?
Dumb n*gga, I can't even pick one
I'm married to the money, I don't love b*tches
I do it for the birds 'cause I love chicken
I only give her di*k, we ain't tongue kissing
I be smoking so much dope, think my lungs missing
Rest in peace Mac Dre, f*ck the radio
I need fifteen hundred for a cameo
b*tch, I do it for my bills like Buffalo
If my b*tch go broke, I'ma let her go