(MK, you like a wizard with this shit)
Sorry, sweetheart, all my bitches ooh, here we go
Ooh, uh-huh, I just, tuh, yeah, yeah
(I like that, Anton)
Nigga, you a bitch, don't try to act like you like that
Ayy, I'ma tuh, ayy, huh
Sorry, sweetheart, all my bitches tens, nothin' less
One hundred percent, yeah, all my bitches come correct
Yeah, I'm feelin' like Franklin in this Louis turtleneck
Yeah, finna treat your bitch pussy like a punching bag
Yeah, soft-ass nigga, why you actin' like it's that?
I go check my bank account every time I get upset
I got so many bitches, I can't never get no rest
Got my fuckin' ears bleedin', all these niggas cap
My bitch went through my phone like, "All these bitches trap"
Your bitch went through your phone like, "All these bitches fat"
He went broke, had to pawn his lil' piece just like chess
Yeah, I'm pushin' P hard, they like, "These niggas hacks"
You want me on your track, if I breathe, that's a rack
He want beef, get him whacked, in a leaf, in a wrap
Yeah, I be's in the trap, catchin' Z's on a jet
Fell asleep in a 'Vette like it's fleas on my pet
Your bitch just like Jeffrey Dahmer, she gon' eat me to death
Turn you to De'Aaron Fox, put that beam on your chest
Yeah, AR with a scope spot a geek from afar
She just took backshots like a thief at the bar
I gotta keep the heat on like I sleep in my car
Spent a mil' on the house, niggas think he was Bart
Playin' golf, got the Glock on the seat in the cart
Need to go and see the Wizard 'cause you need you a heart
We don't brush our teeth the same, you see me in the dark
Keep a stick like I'm Moses, the sea finna part
I got big pointers on me like that thing on a shark
I got big blower on me like it's leaves on my car
I'm a king, I'm a star, nigga, you a pipsqueak
Fresh as hell, boy, I'm switchin' gear like a ten-speed
I got too many bitches, boy, let my dick breathe
I got two hundred bitches on my line like, "Pick me"
Why the fuck nobody told me life was gon' be this free?
Sippin' drank, I'm gettin' higher, boy, please don't tempt me
What the fuck, baby? You ain't say your throat was this deep
Goin' crazy, need a straitjacket in this Bentley
She just suck it for an hour, I can tell she miss me
I done spent a couple houses on my neck and earrings
Tried to show niggas the way, damn, I feel like Siri
Test your luck like a clover, flip you like a cheer team
Sorry, sweetheart, all my bitches tens, nothin' less
One hundred percent, yeah, all my bitches come correct
Yeah, I'm feelin' like Franklin in this Louis turtleneck
Yeah, finna treat your bitch pussy like a punching bag
Yeah, soft-ass nigga, why you actin' like it's that?
I go check my bank account every time I get upset
I got so many bitches, I can't never get no rest
Got my fuckin' ears bleedin', all these niggas cap
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