Bitch, I'm feelin' like the- Bitch, I'm feelin' like the- Bitch, I'm feelin' like the- Bitch, I'm feelin like the boss And I got my own with me She gon' suck all on my balls Give me head while I'm standing up Damn, I'm 'boutta fall Bitch, give me the ball Ballin' like John Wall Take the bitch shoppin' and she givin' me a haul That ain't yo' bitch, she be flirtin' in the halls I'd be damned if my bitch was ever flirtin' in the halls Bitch, I'm really workin', Chopper get to twerking Oh, he talkin' crazy Put him in a dirt bin They don't let the birds in, they don't let the- They don't let the birds in, they don't let the- They don't let the birds in, they don't let the- Balenciaga on me, man, that shit look like a curtain I got choppers on me, but I do not wanna hurt him Mama said stop cursin', she don't know I'm workin' Fuck, I'ma grown man Put my headphones on, turn on the mic, I'm finna go ham Fuck, like a sandwich, finna go ham Bitch that shit look like some ham, sorry no ma'am Send me your SSN, I swear this is no scam