Fuckin your bitch and im not going home
Slept at her house with her guy on the phone
Doing her doggy while bitch is on holdLiving the life that I′ve never been told
Making em racks i be making em fold
Snitch on the line while a girl at my door
Bitch at my house smoking dope on my bed
Having a cone now she givin sum head
Dumb bitch cannot rap you a zombie
Dumb bitch cannot rap jus like conflete
Dumb bitch on the track like she cant spit
That fast white boy trailer trash know me
Lil boy finally evolved
Like all these hoes don't even know at all
Sitting at home with a girl on the phone
Making em jokes that i always can′t condone
I know when i spit i be cracking down
Can't hold back when i got the fucking crown
Like who the fuck do you think that you are
Saying im trash while im spitting so fast
Fuckin your bitch i be flying to mars
Got in my jet i be moving with bars
Dollars n cars l be trapping so hard
Mum on the line while im smoking cigars
Racking some shit just tease all of my friends
Got em all snacks now we making amends
Light up a cone where i feel all pretend
420 on haze while im up in my Benz
Feeling so great on a payday
4k racks on a new bag
Throw old bag in the trash
Feeling attached
With the new cash
While i spend it so fast
On a new bitch aye
Getting so cold and i cant move a bone
Money and scars while im feeling so blown
Making some cash so i don't feel alone
Call on my boys when i spit on my throne
This shit is so airy
Feeling the space when i spit out the cheeries
Bitch on the bed and she said that im hairy
I told her to shut up you look like a furry
Suck on a dick like a fairy
I know i can diss
You know when i spit i be making a hit
I always delever n making new shit
Got a new rhyme and my flow is the fit
Fit of my life you you know i don′t lie
Dress like a driller y′know i go spy
Watching the birdie go choke n then die
Shit i go spit n i have a good time
Y'know i go fill em sizzle em crimes
Go to the office n pendants on line
Committing my shit n I′ll have a good time
Back of the car with the boyz on rewind
Blasting this song while im high
Feelings the best got the Glock on the 9
Aint on the clock i be feeling the rhyme
Pencil in hand draw the line n im fined
Spit that i say is the truth and it is
Jealous so much you be stealing my shit
Writing it down like im up in this bitch
Got my boy kai and he Hella so fine
Got all my boyz in the back of the couple
4 of the boyz while i'm hitting the juul
Apple so flavoured im feeling so cool
Blowing em clouds like fool with the rules
