Pullin' up with my hitman (skrrt) Stay armed like a wristband I don't kick it with no hoe If you wanna kick it get a kickstand (fuck off) All these bitches is big fans (big fans) In my corner is big mans (big mans) Try to run up on me then saw the glock And that bitch ran (bewm) Hella times when I'm makin' rhymes I make these niggas look stupid (look stupid) A lot of mo'fuckas full of shit So you know they walk around poopin' (they poopin') I've been droppin' friends like left and right To be honest none of it hurt me (hurt me) 'cause a man mouth water when he see me I'm assumin' that nigga thirsty (you know it) Spit this sixteen, but no it ain't sweet Mess up the beat with a flow so neat No we can't kiss you, can't even kiss feet With spongebob squarepants over your teeth That yellow, yellow, yellow shit (brush that shit) Niggas buggin', get a grip (get a grip) Can't take me nowhere but wanna film Man, you a mo'fuckin' trip Ring around the rosie (rosie) Pockets look like guacamole (guacamole) Pussy good just like chipotle (chipotle) You look like a holey moley (holey moley) Gotta pray for better days Bitches weak like seven days Maxi chopper, not no clippers Line them up then catch a fade
If I see carats like bugs bunny I'm batman, robbin' for the money Strip her, bare feet like the flinstones Make a tom and jerry whole way home I'm a snack so I attract scooby doo's Give 'em smurf dick, that's balls blue I don't look for niggas so fuck waldo Bitch, I'm cocky like johnny bravo
Fake hoes, we can't buy (nah) Put the glock in you like a tampon If I step a foot up in a nigga hood They like "oh boy" like cam'ron (they know) Last year they like "don't book her" (what) This year I'm everybody sister (how) Nosy hoes all in my business when Bitches should be out pickin' boogers (pick that shit) Popular bitch, you a popular bitch Shawty gon' get beat, young chop yo shit Wanna waste my time, I'm clockin' a bitch Don't use scott tissue If you're not with the shits Hoes act spoiled 'cause they look stale (fake ass) Bitches foul, not talkin' nails (yuh) So much money I got paper cuts While your paper cuts comin' from the mail (ching) Walk in the club and I'm by myself But I always attract groups (I do) I stick around just to shut it down And hear niggas say that I'm cute (I'm cute) If I turnt them off that's mute If you turn me off off that's puke Told him I'll be right back from the bathroom And told valet "come through" (why) 'cause my time is money So you gotta treat it precious I'm just in my bag, tsa can't even check this Shorty talkin' reckless Choke her like a necklace Bitches mad my check's longer Than a fuckin' check list (hehehe)
If I see carats like bugs bunny I'm batman, robbin' for the money Strip her, bare feet like the flinstones Make a tom and jerry whole way home I'm a snack so I attract scooby doo's Give 'em smurf dick, that's balls blue I don't look for niggas so fuck waldo Bitch, I'm cocky like johnny bravo If I see carats like bugs bunny I'm batman, robbin' for the money Strip her, bare feet like the flinstones Make a tom and jerry whole way home I'm a snack so I attract scooby doo's Give 'em smurf dick, that's balls blue I don't look for niggas so fuck waldo Bitch, I'm cocky like johnny bravo
Boo, boo, boo And them bullets go "boo, boo, boo" (let's get it)
Compositor: Elizabeth Eden Harris (Cupcakke) ECAD: Obra #43538896