Yeah uh, yeah, uh
Lil' slut baby Abercrombie wearin' bitch shut up
Pick stuff up like pennies
Rick up on my penis, this bitch work at Denny's
On this bidi bidi beat I bang sluts get flipped like turty tortoise
Fuckin' lookin' for sum blueprints, ay, ay, ay ay
Bidiberry McFlurry I'm slurrin' my words I'm a nui—
My words, uh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck my words they wanna get slurred
I split em in thirds, I give 'em a curse
Meta my opp, burnin' his ears, meta my err
Remember the opps can't fuck with a opp
I move with the bees you move with the cops
Sled in the dirt I'm movin' the keys
I'm movin' the thots, I fly wit da birds
Lil' choppa tapa tussle
Cough, cough, cough
Robitussin cough, drop tussle with big puddles in my watch
Tou-touchin up my mascara you toxic cannot fuck with a ugly roach
Talkin' to you sound like a problem that's way above me now
Beast mode
I go gold like CeeLo Green
That boy don't don't see no green
Sticky pockets uh, Ricky jeans they wanna check my tag
Check my bag check my swag just like it's luggage check my—
Yeah, dump truck and she throw it back
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
Put that pussy in a body bag
Homegirl outta pocket tell a bitch relax
Money comin' in I barely fit it in my ba-ba-bag
Smelly bitches they be mad for what
I retook calc so I could tell you shit ain't addin' up
Civic so they went and bought an Acura
They wanna be like me you pussies just not accurate
I can't wrap my head around why pussies hate me
Maybe it's because they secretly all wanna date me
Or they're mad because their bitches continue to play me
If you want the dick lil' baby you gotta just say please
This glock not on safety
Make me, tell that bitch to make me
3 in 1 on that shampoo yeah you bitches are fake clean
I been eating on that lobster you bitches got baked beans
If he pull up with that choppa I turn him to baked beans
Yeah it's Mr. kitty cat
Already know right where he at
P-p-pussy get get back
B-b-bitches in my bag
And yeah your bitch think I'm so funny she a six
And all I ever wanna get is all this money and my kicks
I'm goin' bunny on this bitch
Yeah I'm the man with the bands get a buck
Just to transport all these bands imma pull up in a truck
And my bitch got some new pants, those are mine what the fuck
I don't really got no plans but I'm busy turnin' up
Turnin' up what the fuck
Yeah, uh
I'm getting tired of this shit
Switch my brain like a Game Boy cartridge and switch lanes
I'm bothered by this bitch, I'm yo father
Lightsaber off with his head
I globular clustered his brains
Wired in like I'm Lain
She grabbin' on my globulars
Buster tried to ask for a autograph, bow
Grabbed the gat
Talkin' all that snip ya tongue out ya trap
Tellin' me relax tellin me what to do with my stacks
Cracked the glass grabbed the axe
Took a little time for myself but it's Libra season
I'm breakin' them backs I'm back I'm back I'm back