Yeah, huh
Fuck around, make the bitch disappear
Get my nut, I kick her out, I get her outta here
Three hoes at a time, throw some musketeers
I be junkie, I be hot, man in the mirror
Pop a Xan, pop a Perc, then I disappear
Too much stress up in the room, I get outta there
Catch me with a red coat like I'm Paul Revere
You would get shot down like a deer
Freestyle flows like Michael Phelps
Feel like MJ cause I'm feelin' myself
Morphine, catch me killin' myself
Goddamn, man, I think I need help
Brand new bitch, brand new whip
Brand new board, line up, trick
Told my ex, suck a dick
Babysit, swallow all my kids
Vibe on that bitch, I don't write
Freestyle while I'm high on that bitch
So high, touch the sky in that bitch
She gon' fuck her best friend, she go' Bi for this shit
New swag, fuck that Goyard
I went and bought a new bag, take the tags off
I don't look at tags, bought your bitch a Birkin bag
Just so you could take it back, boy, I know you need it
Treat that bitch like the change, you could keep it
I be changin' on these hoes for seasons
Killin' shit and I don't even have a reason
Like a maxi pad, boy, you be bleedin'
Pussy boy, experience like vet, but I'm a rookie boy
Sesame Street, that monster, I'm a cookie boy
Thick lil' bitch, just like Snooki, boy, yeah
Thumbin', bands, a million in my hand
Thumbin' through them bands, a million in my hand
All these niggas mad, they say I'm a hoe
They say I did that because I sold my soul, well
They could have it back, I ain't want it hoe
Being a rich nigga made me run it hoe
Look, pull up on the scene, ball like finger roll
Eyes red, damn right, I'm smokin' on that demon hoe
Gas, huh, ayy, Rari, I'ma start it, do the dash
Uh, ayy, I'ma leave that bitch right in the past
Countin' up the cash
This a big gun, boy, you better get back
Bobby Brown up in the booth, I swear I spit crack
Designer on my body, baby, and it's mismatched
I'ma crash, huh, woke up takin' drugs to the face
Rob another plug, that's today
I'ma leave yo' brains in my ashtray
Take the shrooms, now I'm seein' shit sideways
Have you drove high on the highway?
Have you ever paid for the freeway?
Member' hittin' stains up on eBay
Now I'm buyin' houses with no rebate
Yeah, yeah, ayy, let it happen
I may go buy a house up in Calabasas
Like a bunch of eggs, baby, we can get it crackin'
And I keep one in the head, I ain't never lackin'
Paint my nails, just to give these niggas hell
Ayy, they think it's sweet, huh
Had to paint my nails, just to give these niggas hell
Probably think it's sweet, I'ma fuck they bitch in hell
Rollin' OG, every day I'm goin' hell
Fuck with police, hell nah, I'll never tell
Ayy, huh, brand new whip, yeah
Huh, brand new bitch, yeah
Huh, I feel rich, yeah
Huh, but I ain't shit yet
Huh, brand new whip, yeah
Huh, brand new bitch, yeah
Huh, I feel rich, yeah
Huh, but I ain't shit yet
Uber everywhere like I'm Tokyo
Ayy, she gon' chop the brick like it's Tokyo
Ayy, pull up on the scene with a new pole
I ain't Illuminati, baby, but I could take your soul
Ayy, ayy, uh no, oh no, oh
Pass that bitch, that's a giving-go
.40 give a nigga kiss like a mistletoe
Only shoot one time bitch
She love the way I drip on it, ayy
Ayy, I told that bitch to sit on it
She said she love to ride dick, I told her get on it
Ayy, 40 with a 30 for my opponents, yeah
Look, I know she all on my phone
Fell in love in a different time zone
FaceTime, I don't got a iPhone
Yeah, that's what I know
Shorty make me suicidal
Feel her all in my vitals
She said she don't want a title
She heard my songs on Tidal
She said she feels entitled
Ayy, Cupid got the rifle
I get high so I don't have high hopes
I know they gon' leave me lonely
I could run it up and get it by my only
She give me high hopes
I am too high hoe
Money make me suicidal, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, she get on her knees, but she not gon' pray for me
Tell her play for keeps, get my nut and then I leave
I'ma pass the rock, who I receive or you a sieve?
Pull up on the scene, his bitch gon' swallow my seeds
Ayy, I'm the man, you can't tell by now you blind
Run up on him, kill him, then I may just run
Take his bitch, I'll fuck that bitch from the behind
Chiropractor with that mac, I'll crack your spine
Walk around by myself
I wonder where she's at
I wonder if she's thinking bout me how I'm thinking bout her
Is that a fact?
If she's right next to me
Uh-oh, oh she plays for me
Uh-oh, I know they snakes to me
Uh-oh, aight
I got twins on my line, take 'em to the hotel
Fuck 'em both, kick 'em both out, give them hoes Hell
Yeah, they know me well
My bitch bad just like Jessabelle, huh
Knock them out, just like Holyfield, huh
Off a pill
I do-do, hold on, wait, off a pill
I don't do that shit for trends, I do that 'cause it feel real
2013, I was still poppin' pills
I remember they was calling me a cluck
Now when they need the Perkys, I'm the one they hitting up
That's what's up
But I ain't finna share my drugs
Like, I ain't finna share my love
My shotgun is in the trunk
Yeah, I'm down to share some slugs
Got it out the mud
Yeah, Oxycodone
Put me in my zone, got me itchin'
The fuck am I on in my kitchen?
Momma came in and said "J, why you trippin?"
Oxycodone
The search goes on and on, for real, love
I can't find it anywhere
Yeah, I know I'm scared of real love
I'm on drugs so it's not fair
All I know is that they love to hate the one's that love hard
All I know is that they love to hate the one's that love hard
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
19, I'm a multimillionaire
They prolly wonder how the fuck I got here
Cause I was damn near homeless last year
I remember takin' clothes off the internet
And if you had something on, I liked, then we was into that, huh
Empty your pockets boy
I need your wallet boy
Don't make a word before we pop it boy, yeah
Yeah, I used to skip school just to jug online, make them moves
Now I'm in the studio, on my move, yeah
Told her, check my steez, bitch
Go ahead, get on your knees, bitch
I know that you want to please, bitch
After I hit, you gotta leave, bitch
Go ahead, check my steez, bitch
Go ahead, get on your knees, bitch
Yeah, you gon' blegh and plead, yeah
I'ma leave 'em mad, yeah
Ayy, heard you got a man?
Where your man at?
Fuck that, where the Xans at?
Fuck that, where the guns at?
'Cause you ain't really tryna see me with the hands, yeah
Ayy, my crib a strip club
Throwing bands and the bitches pick up dubs
Smoking after zip, bitch, I don't do dubs
Rip my heart out my chest, I don't do love
Mix the Perc with the morphine, a new drug
That's an outlet on my phone, I'm the new plug
If you run up, you get hit with a few slugs
Police come, I hide the body under new rugs
Yeah, I'm a lil' kid, rug rat
But I'm still on my grown man shit, man
Yeah, pull up on the scene feelin' wicked
Eeny meeny miny moe, the opps, I'ma pick 'em
Yeah, tell that bitch to pose for a picture
Black and mild-ass bitch, she look like a Swisher
I don't got no time for these niggas or they bitches
I don't got no time for these niggas or they bitches
Why you trippin'?
Ballin' like Scottie Pippen
Pull up skrrt, in my Bugatti engine, leave em' on the curb
I'm ballin' like a Celtic, baby, Larry Bird
I shoot you in your mouth and now you lost for words
Freestyle this shit, I'm bout the action
I ain't even really talkin' bout a verb
Green Bay with the shit, Pistol Packer
Pull up on his ass, he won't say a word
Absurd, that bitch'll get kicked like it's to the curb
Uh, I'ma use his head as a centerpiece
Deliver them bricks on delivery
Twitter, they be beefin', don't mention me
Cause if I find out where you live, the rest is history
That's just what it is
That bitch finna swallow all my kids
Heard they wanna kill me, I'ma hollow all my tips
Shoot him three times, then dip
Ain't shooting him no more, it's alright
Looking at my wrist, all gold like piss
Everybody loves Juice, but hates Chris
Everybody loves Juice, but hates Chris
R. Kelly with it on that bitch, Molly pissed
Pull up on the scene, tell that hoe to suck a dick
Yeah, I'm so disrespectful
Somethin' like my hair, bitch, I been feeling dreadful
Somethin' like I care, bitch, nah, I got a head full
I got a handful, of them Xans, fool
I'm the man, ooh
These other niggas going out sad
Me? I came up on a bag
Ksubi on my jean, I don't sag
Fuck your bitch and then I give her back
Niggas really going out sad
Me? I just came up on a bag
I'ma fuck the bitch from the back
Just so that I brag
Codeine in my cup, I think I drink too much
I cut my middle finger off, I swear that I won't give a fuck
That bitch on her knees, she give it up, just for me to live it up
Pull up on the scene, my chopper tucked
Nigga, that jig is up
Freestyle, my flows too much
Told you I don't give two fucks, uh
Pull up on him with a white mask on me, feel like Ku Klux
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