(AYE, AYE, AYE TELL EM WILL WHAT WE DO)
It's like um
(Run me the adlibs)
(Is the adlibs running?)
You know what
(Are you recording)
Look, Yeah
Shit happens for a reason
Got to look deeper
Got to take it with a grain of salt, Bitch
Cause' every person ain't genuine
Nah, they words swallowing cinnamon
Shit, goddamn son of sam been killing them
Take a look in the mirror, is that the same person you woke up with
Now you can't ever trust that bitch
I can name 300 reasons why you never cuff that bitch (A bunch)
She got alot on her mind
Manic depression, anxiety, and wasting my time
All you simples need a cape, huh
Everytime you come around, you only trying to save her life
To make a wife
Can't do it
I'm not stupid
She running with her mouth, and way too fluent
She go to every guy moving
If he talks slick enough she giving up the flower like a tulip
She might got chlamydia, huh
So you leave her in her circle like the radial, uh
See she trying to get cranked like the stereo, huh
Sucking every dude off, off the merry go round
I can't take the lies, stealing, and the cheating
Motherfucker really thinking that they're hard for the weekend
Pull the gun out
You ain't shooting shit
Lil bitch pull up she gonna suck your dick
All you rappers really been so gay
She doing everything up in the most way
So extra
Damn lil shawty you extra (You extra)
Pull up with the gum you extra
See you pull up with a gun you extra
You ain't fighting lil bitch you extra
Trying to start a fight you extra
Ayo Dox look
Every time I come around a bitch
I can't never trust a word they say cause they lying out they damn lips
They are, they really are
I ain't got much else to say after that