Bought some, bought some, bought some
Bought some J's clean for my bitch
Spent a K just to put an AP on this bitch
My B, he gon' need an 18 karat fit
Rhyme schemes ain't no Tundras JC lyrics shit
I been up on my dollas, I don't need any splits
Ain't no gouda in yo' wallet, no cheese in yo' shit
Shawty blowin' up my phone, why yo' B tryna hit?
Shawty told me I'm an ENFP or some shit
Boutta do something so datstardly
Yo' bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I got a certain swag to me
Might fuck yo' bitch and then right after make a masterpiece
I hit up Fony Wallace 'cause they got a knack for beats
I rappin' arogance like "This one goin' Platinum G"
That's on my momma, on my brothers
On my non existant father, on my family beat
Now all the sudden all homies comin' back to me
Like, get the fuck up off my dick, pussy, actually
You ain't really fucking with me, you's a stain
Remember 8th grade? You would call me lame, you a snake
Bitch, I don't hang with you throwin' shade on my name
You are two faced, bitch, I'm doin' great with my gang Karmamob up
Staying with the planes everyday, you ain't bringing up
Kirby2lame to our face, that boy switched up
All because another dame tryna suck up
To 'em, we don't need 'em anyway
I said earlier I got my bitch J's and a chain
Bitch, I get bucks
You cannot be lame, zero chain, shoutout homie Buck
With the 808 shake yo' brain, we don't give a fuck
Karmamob, the wave we negate
All these rappers tryna do it better, they shit is lesser
We clouded and we stack chedder (and we rap wetter)
I got razor team all on my sweater in hot weather
I'm getting green, I feel like shredder when in the sever
Spittin' heat like ghost pepper when on the mic
Interstellar with the flows, I'm recording, take a night
On my lonely getting stoned, lonely stoner in my eyes
Phony wallets ain't my bro, kidding cudi that's my guy
Woah, chill, chill, man I was joking, damn