Bitch, get the bezel in the band blue
Yo' all think we run a coney yatch this damn fool
I'm burstin' bills in this bitch and I sell blues
Little bitch watch your mouth before I sell you
40 on my lap 7:40am on some sweats
She goin' blow me in LA cause she know a nigga rap
A nigga popped your man's you can't ignore this effect (what you gonna do?)
Got to spin a nigga's bucket at least you own a nigga that
You ain't never seen a bird put on your game face
When I say I had the Carter it ain't Wayne taste
Balls come from taste got me froze on the neck
They ain't never fuck no lanes, give my holes some respect
Poor ass nigga need your motherfucking ass be
Ain't got no money so you goin' DM and X me
Hope she like what she seeing?
It's the last silky touch in all my chain like this bitch ain't a half key
(Fuck you men bitch, fuck you men nigga, fuck you men bitch)
(Fuck you men bitch, fuck you men nigga, fuck you men bitch)
Bitch ass niggas
Be quiet in my background this nigga bitch calling
I was supposed to bump into her fend a spin off her
My old bitch need to chill with all her pissed offness
I had feelings for you hole but I've been off it
I can make that dog shit while I'm cat napping
I ain't tripping on the labels, bitch I'm trap rapping
I'll be sorry not to be missing crack addicts
Ain't no way you stuffing this bitch backpack it
They ain't no clarity your piss be looking so blurry
Like you ordered you a large SI Mcflurry
Off in the drive to the tea around 6:30am
Niggas try to snatch some wings off this big birdie
(Fuck you men nigga, fuck you men bitch, fuck you men nigga)
(Fuck you men bitch, fuck you men nigga, fuck you men bitch)