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)