[Hook] Ain't it odd everybody want a fucking picture now? Ain't it odd when I catch you, always catch you in a lie? Ain't it odd thug niggas sweeter than pumpkin pie? Ain't it odd that yo fucking jaw ain't broken right now? Ain't it odd? Ain't it odd? Ain't it odd? Nigga you a fraud
[Verse 1] I'm like "Where yo jewelry from"? I wanna cop those He over east these diamonds cost loads Ain't it odd I was finna get him robbed? But it came out the beauty supply at Cosmos? Let me call a cab if it ain't about cash My music get a lot of bumps now I'm a rash Any bitch talk stupid like Stacey Dash Gone need candles by they body like a romantic bath One wrong move you a dead nigga I ain't bearing with you no Ted nigga I'm in the gun shop for a extra large To leave a bitch leaking like some discharge Pay my money fast now to my Paypal Like stepping in the Chinese store they "pay now" You call it cocky I just call it bitch you proud They see my scale went up they acting fishy now [Hook]
[Verse 2] Lil bitch check it out, no doctor got hella hits no boxer Yo favorite artist on the Freshman cover I could put him in a headlocker Once I tell my homies that its going off They make yo body roll like a bowling ball Bullshit online I'm a driveby Remove you off the Internet for good even if you on the Wifi I ain't talking no bluffery, niggas not touching me I like to keep the convo shorter than a summary I'm out here on the grind for that instant guapo You out here on the grind for a Insta follow We cut so different we can't even think the same Couple warrants for my arrest so I'm hiding behind the bangs I'm David from the Bible known for that good aim I bet money that yo money shorter than the name James
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Compositor: Elizabeth Eden Harris (Cupcakke) ECAD: Obra #43581406