I wanna master my craft
Yo bitch isn't actually bad on't ask where I'm at
I'm prolly stashing a pack
I'm kidding I'm finished I closed the trap
My bro's on that
Don't keep em around if they ain't really after the bag
As a matter of fact
I been social distancing before they mandated da masks
I'm mad I brought my bitch home
Now she dating my dad
I told the bitch take me back
I'm kidding I'd never that pussy vanilla
I'm spending whatever ain't check the tag
Brody been holding berettas
Im rolling up pressure inhaling the gas
I'm never confessing you probably rat
Tell her I love her at every chance
Bitch I know the luckiest man
But jus f*ck me again
Don't act like they f*cking wit me
They ain't stand a chance
Robbing the rich jus to balance the poverty level
Nah I'm playing I did it to cop me a set of them VVV's
My necklace got gold like a chest of treasure
Ups and the downs but we keep together
Do you f*ck wit me now or f*ck wit me forever
Got publicly drunk and got me kicked outa Cheddars
So paranoid I think they tapped my phone
They bugged my walls
Got metal detector I constantly watch for detectives
I heard that you dropping a record I gotta be better
I know cuz they not on my level
I started a band up in my garage
Haitian on bongo an Asian on cello
Clouding my mind wit the foggiest weather
If they hating they honesty jealous
Good noggin that bitch professor
Shit was so sloppy that bitch was impressive
Red dot and suppressors
I took a bunch of the molly at Cochlea
I wanna master my craft
Yo bitch isn't actually bad on't ask where I'm at
I'm prolly stashing a pack
I'm kidding I'm finished I closed the trap
My bro's on that
Don't keep em around if they ain't really after the bag
As a matter of fact
I been social distancing before they mandated da masks
I'm mad I brought my bitch home
Now she dating my dad
I told the bitch take me back
I'm kidding I'd never that pussy vanilla
I'm spending whatever ain't check the tag
Brody been holding berettas
Im rolling up pressure inhaling the gas
I'm never confessing you probably rat
Tell her I love her at every chance
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I wanna master my craft
Yo bitch isn't actually bad on't ask where I'm at
I'm prolly stashing a pack
I'm kidding I'm finished I closed the trap
My bro's on that
Don't keep em around if they ain't really after the bag
As a matter of fact
I been social distancing before they mandated da masks
I'm mad I brought my bitch home
Now she dating my dad
I told the bitch take me back
I'm kidding I'd never that pussy vanilla
I'm spending whatever ain't check the tag
Brody been holding berettas
Im rolling up pressure inhaling the gas
I'm never confessing you probably rat
Tell her I love her at every chance
Bitch I know the luckiest man
But jus f*ck me again
Don't act like they f*cking wit me
They ain't stand a chance
Robbing the rich jus to balance the poverty level
Nah I'm playing I did it to cop me a set of them VVV's
My necklace got gold like a chest of treasure
Ups and the downs but we keep together
Do you f*ck wit me now or f*ck wit me forever
Got publicly drunk and got me kicked outa Cheddars
So paranoid I think they tapped my phone
They bugged my walls
Got metal detector I constantly watch for detectives
I heard that you dropping a record I gotta be better
I know cuz they not on my level
I started a band up in my garage
Haitian on bongo an Asian on cello
Clouding my mind wit the foggiest weather
If they hating they honesty jealous
Good noggin that bitch professor
Shit was so sloppy that bitch was impressive
Red dot and suppressors
I took a bunch of the molly at Cochlea
I wanna master my craft
Yo bitch isn't actually bad on't ask where I'm at
I'm prolly stashing a pack
I'm kidding I'm finished I closed the trap
My bro's on that
Don't keep em around if they ain't really after the bag
As a matter of fact
I been social distancing before they mandated da masks
I'm mad I brought my bitch home
Now she dating my dad
I told the bitch take me back
I'm kidding I'd never that pussy vanilla
I'm spending whatever ain't check the tag
Brody been holding berettas
Im rolling up pressure inhaling the gas
I'm never confessing you probably rat
Tell her I love her at every chance
Yo bitch isn't actually bad on't ask where I'm at
I'm prolly stashing a pack
I'm kidding I'm finished I closed the trap
My bro's on that
Don't keep em around if they ain't really after the bag
As a matter of fact
I been social distancing before they mandated da masks
I'm mad I brought my bitch home
Now she dating my dad
I told the bitch take me back
I'm kidding I'd never that pussy vanilla
I'm spending whatever ain't check the tag
Brody been holding berettas
Im rolling up pressure inhaling the gas
I'm never confessing you probably rat
Tell her I love her at every chance
Bitch I know the luckiest man
But jus f*ck me again
Don't act like they f*cking wit me
They ain't stand a chance
Robbing the rich jus to balance the poverty level
Nah I'm playing I did it to cop me a set of them VVV's
My necklace got gold like a chest of treasure
Ups and the downs but we keep together
Do you f*ck wit me now or f*ck wit me forever
Got publicly drunk and got me kicked outa Cheddars
So paranoid I think they tapped my phone
They bugged my walls
Got metal detector I constantly watch for detectives
I heard that you dropping a record I gotta be better
I know cuz they not on my level
I started a band up in my garage
Haitian on bongo an Asian on cello
Clouding my mind wit the foggiest weather
If they hating they honesty jealous
Good noggin that bitch professor
Shit was so sloppy that bitch was impressive
Red dot and suppressors
I took a bunch of the molly at Cochlea
I wanna master my craft
Yo bitch isn't actually bad on't ask where I'm at
I'm prolly stashing a pack
I'm kidding I'm finished I closed the trap
My bro's on that
Don't keep em around if they ain't really after the bag
As a matter of fact
I been social distancing before they mandated da masks
I'm mad I brought my bitch home
Now she dating my dad
I told the bitch take me back
I'm kidding I'd never that pussy vanilla
I'm spending whatever ain't check the tag
Brody been holding berettas
Im rolling up pressure inhaling the gas
I'm never confessing you probably rat
Tell her I love her at every chance
Writer: Wesley Salisbury
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