[Intro]
Huh, on God
Over the stove with the prrshh
Huh, huh
Over the stove with the-
Huh, huh
On God
Ff ff arrr
Ff ff Phew Ff Ff Ff
[Verse 1]
On the curb with the yucks
A quarter bird for the clucks
Slide wet I don't give a fuck
Step on that brick I A-Town stunt
I don’t trust them boys go get my gun
Dumb bitch my engine in the trunk
I teach you niggas how to stunt
A number gumbo in my blunt
This shit fucking up my lungs
Micro Draco with the drums
This bitch fat it look like Pun
Over the stove I'ma punch
Bro said “find a city bank”
If you can hit them bitch, you can hit any bank
Bought his stupid ass a Navy Fed
He talking about I got a court ahead
I'ma be honest I don’t know what the fuck he said
I don't know shit ‘bout no fucking scams
But that's my motherfucking man
So therefore I stick to the plan
Stupid ass nigga wait out in Japan
Almost fucked up forty six bands
Fucking up on the phone don't do that again
I'll catch an overnight flight to whoop your ass
My landlord talm ‘bout bullshit
Bitch in my crib she came on some bullshit
Spent my birthday in jail on some bullshit
Fentlee New York I'm tired of they bullshit
I owe my lawyer money but it's some lil shit
He ain't gon trip about it it’s some bullshit
I got 2.23s on some bullshit
Dawgshit Records we don’t go for that bullshit
You need to rob your jeweller he sold you bullshit
You thought you put that shit on but it's bullshit
Got on fake Amiris you on some bullshit
You a dangerous nigga you on some bullshit
How the fuck you ain’t got no money?
Bitch better go out and take money
I could give your dumb ass a job if you really wanna make money
Do the speed limit in this car but just wait for me
She said when I'm coming home shut up and wait for me
My mama called me for weed money
I had my brodie pull up and bring her a zip
Serve her good gumbo she high as a bitch
She ain't never smoked no weed like this
Bitch on my dick she don't know my name
I walk in that bitch like aye Jayda gang
Bitch say “I’m finer than Bobby Fishscale”
There's heroin here I don't know what's on his scale
Get your shit and leave this a quick sale
He dropped an album and he hope his shit sell
I'ma be honest with you bruh that's bullshit
And don't nobody wanna hear all that bullshit
It don't even make sense saying mad bullshit
They like “Pap, how the hell you rhyme bullshit with bullshit?”
I'ma be honest with you right now I'm on some bullshit
Grill twos almost just did some bullshit
I'm high as fuck my voice low as shit
Whatever I say gon make sense
Shit make sense even if it don't make sense
They like “Pap, how the fuck do that even make sense”
Shit if you think about it nigga it make sense
Ankle bracelet going off on some bullshit
Parole gon call me on some bullshit
I left my charger at home on some bullshit
Ain't nobody ‘bout to be carrying this bullshit
Think the charger got a shortage on some bullshit
Think they tryna set me up on some bullshit
Suck my dick I cut this bracelet and go on a run
[Outro]
On god
