I'm not fucking wit these lames, make your bitch meet the gang
I'm not fucking wit these lames, make your bitch meet the gang
I'm not fucking wit these lames, make your bitch meet the gang
6k on my jeans, she not fuckin wit a fiend
Met that bitch last night, now she talkin bout my green
Sipping by the pint, yeah that strait promethazine
He be talkin on the gang, he find a laser beam
I'm not fucking with these lames, make your bitch meet the gang
Eating on my dick, yeah she want me for my fame
I stay geeked as hell, I'm a living profit
All of curse fucked up, in a mosh pit
I got 3 emo bitches on my dick, yeah they sucking me
Whip out my revolver, gonna revolve all the shit I did
Sipping on a faygo, and its clean never reminisce
Leave him on the ground, and on his grave, yeah I fuckin pissed
Cooking in the crib, with my gang yeah we never missed
Posted on the gram he need a hug, go and check his wrist
Drown him in the sink he gonna wish he ain't never exist
Sending all these threats now he gone, he hit a fucking rift
6k on my jeans, she not fuckin wit a fiend
Met that bitch last night, now she talkin bout my green
Sipping by the pint, yeah that strait promethazine
He be talkin on the gang, he find a laser beam
I'm not fucking with these lames, make your bitch meet the gang
Eating on my dick yeah she want me for my fame
Eating on my dick yeah she want me for my fame
Eating on my dick yeah she want me for my fame
Eating on my dick yeah she want me for my fame