Aye yo
Bitch I'm boutta bag
Always been about it too
Bitches hittin my dms
I'm like what you tryna do
N I know she f*cked my mans
But that bitch don't got a clue
And I know she got a friend
And that bitch about it too
Imma f*ck em n I do that dash
Runnin runnin fatser
Hoes be tryna change they ways
Fessin to the pastor
Way that I be whippin shit you'd think that I'm yo master
F*ck a hoe, n quick to cut her off, ghost Casper
Baggin n flippin the chedda
Im always working no matter the weather
Ou
Got ya bitch all on my sweater
She want a real nigga I do it better
Ou ou, bitch I am better than you
Bumping this shit in the coupe
I got got the sauce yea i got the juice
A nigga from boston, i am the truth
Bitch I am flossing
I do this often
Niggas are salty
See how I move
Bitch I am flossing
I do this often
Niggas are salty
See how I move
I know the real from the fake from a distance
Plotting on Quis yea they hoping n wishing
Choppa gon blast, end his existence
I'm bout a bag so I'm chasing these winnings
When I step in the booth
Niggas know that I lay down shit
Know how I do
Man I ain't gon f*ck around bitch
I cannot lose
Youngin chasing for that crown bitch
Can't f*ck w you
Niggas heard you on that clown shit
Heard you sneak dissing pillow talkin on ya mans
I don't f*ck with all that ra ra ra ra shit you f*cking sayin
Don understand, you ain't talking bout them bands, leave the premises
You nemesis, I'm ratatouille all about my cheddar bitch
I'm all about a bankroll
Making hits, like I'm canseco
Got ya bitch she sucking dick that bitch gon do just what I say so
Disrespectful nigga I will f*ck ya mom and will not lay low
F*ck her daughter, that's ya sister get her pregnant n i lay low