Why you got hit with the eye roll
Girl if you know me you know that I′m psycho
This shit the wave and it feel like a tidalOnly want money I don't want false idols
I hit your shorty into a new falsetto
I been making moves while your boo get pedaled
Smack with a case right
No settle
Shorty getting broke in the gold stilettos
How you talk shit i could ghost write melodies
Told him eat shit like human centipede
She want come back like you should see the better me
Used to be fine yeah imagine that it′s heavenly
Now I go bread to see
Cant have a lil trick stressing me
Two twin bitches named LSD and ecstasy
Ice on my wrist while I whip up the recipe
Boy talking shit change his face like Penelope
Neck pulled back that's hella Gs
Death to the track yeah I read it an elegy
Want a 100k I ain't talking bout no ketamine
If you want to get it mother fucker i could let it squeeze
Wipe the boy straight off the map no clemency
Jones for the shit on my track
Junie b
Shorty wanna get up on my lap
Nicky please
Take her to the sticks like first
See the history
Bitch
Now I guess I′m rapping so its okay lose my shit
They could call me Scrappy how I′m barking out these hits
Shake that laffy taffy i put gucci on your hips
Ain't it just so tragic that I′m just starting to spit
Ok I send ya bitch back to ya crib like a repo
Lil dude with a big tool, home depot
Mexican milf, she call me her lil chico
Me and Wavehi bout to snap, where the beat go
Uh diamonds so bloody my neck is on Hitchcock
Can't tell the time if you look at my wristwatch
I don′t got nothing but blue benjis on me my wallet it might hit the crip walk
Yo homie a rat yeah might have to catch em
Put two in his brain so he learned his lesson
And I hope he studied we might have to test em
We press em now we got em sweating and stressing ok
I stay with the protection like it's safe sex uh
Keep the metal on me not a latex uh
If you looking for him hit a grave check peel yo cap back like I′m looking for a wave check aye
I got the gas in my jacket uh uh Russell Westbrook I don't pass it uh uh
I got the gas in my jacket uh uh Russell Westbrook I don't pass it uh uh
If a nigga want smoke we can gas him up no concentration
Dropping hit after hit don′t mind me that′s my obligation
Altoid is back on the track that's quite the proclamation
Made my own path went A to C no domination
Got all these hoes and god done blessed em all, got the best of all,
Ash Ketchum cause I really gotta catch em all
All dimes bitches get wet off my rhymes
God must′ve gave me a sign i gotta shine
Hop on the track with my slime
Spit with my partner in crime rap game is mine
I run it back like a spine your face will get realigned
Now I guess I'm rapping so its okay lose my shit
They could call me Scrappy how I′m barking out these hits
Shake that laffy taffy I put Gucci on your hips
Ain't it just so tragic that I′m just starting to spit
