Bitches on my nuts
Fuckin' up my renaissance
I'mma leave you in the dust
Just to get my money up
Whip out that mother fuckin' blade
For that pussy he gon' run
If he don't want the fuckin' smoke
Then he fuckin' up my fun
Look up in that silly bank
You ain't got no fuckin' funds
Bandicoot wit the cash
So I'm always on the run
I got banana on my clip
I am gorilla wit a gun
Got some shit up on my shoe
Cuz I just stomped that boy for fun
I got too many thieves on my routine
I think they want me in poverty
Gon' getcha ass blown off my property (Huh)
Bitch ain't no jockin' me
I need a 100 racks and a post card
These bitches on me like I'm Mozart
Nah fuck em' they don't ever go far
Finna burn um all like I'm Charizard
Fuckin' up ya whole shit (Uh)
They like oh shit!
Who that boy? Who him is?
Don't think that you know bitch
Leave him in the dust I smoke him like a blunt (Ay!)
You ain't saying much boy you fuckin' up my feng shui!
I been on the runway!
And I spit this shit like I got razor on my tongue (Ay!)
Yeah pussy won't talk
But I knew that we been done (Ay!)
Bitch you not the one (Ay!)
Let me switch my flow
Bitch you know you can't stop shit
You tryna look tough, you might end up with a drop kick
You tryna get buck and booked on some dumb shit
Boy you gon' get fucked by the system you don't run shit
(Ha)
(Yuh)
(Bitch)
Bitches on my nuts
Fuckin' up my renaissance
I'mma leave you in the dust
Just to get my money up
Whip out that mother fuckin' blade
For that pussy he gon' run
If he don't want the fuckin' smoke
Then he fuckin' up my fun