Said he wanna bust the doors down like cum inside it
Pussy wylin, he trying to tame it vet dial it
I'm a vile bitch
I'll steal your nigga then invite you to Our wedding
Make you stare at the Stone Like yup it's fucking set in
Might divorce him quick to show you Just how fast I could drop him
Then show you how he cop me sorry Bags, there ain't no problem
When the sex appeal is ill and
The pockets close to millions
Like pockets on clothes i carry
Washing tons and none keri
Situations be hairy
Pick you off like I'm veeting
All these beats that I'm eating
Vegetables guess I'm vegan
I'm Ronald you McDonald I'm Reagan
Presidents oval meeting
You cannot beat box like me
I let it ring off, I'm cheating
I could spit ill
Like my bags, get real
Midnight trip to Israel
You was never this real
Got you tight, lips sealed
Too cold, skinny dip feel
Like my bags, get real
You was never this ill
Like my bags, get real
You was never this ill
Got you tight, lips sealed
I'm cold, skinny dip feel
You was never this real
Midnight trips to Israel
I could really spit ill
Like my bags, get real
Get real
Basically you niggas cant spit well
I spit so sick, they sending emails, Telling me to get well
We ain't buyin shit you selling, all Them missed sales
You tried to ride the wave, but missed The boat, you missed sail
They try to call me out, but all they get Is a missed cell
Now they try to break my bars like They in cell
With all these metaphors and similes i Spin well
I son and read em, like they ages been ten, twelve
I could spit ill
Like my bags, get real
Midnight trip to Israel
You was never this real, this real
You was never this real
I could really spit ill
Like my bags, get real
Get real
Spit ill, like my bags, get real
Midnight trip to Israel, you was never This real
This real
You was never this ill
Midnight trip to Israel
Like my bags, get real
Get real