Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy

I'm just a shorter in net until my bitch give me head
I start fuckin' my devils and put my to bed
I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed
They just cap for applause, they owe an arm in the bank
I seen that chopper and that money counter both go "Brr"

Walkin' up the wrong tree, I done smokin' too much moss
These days I'm killin' Gods, I had to get that across
Cross me, that's like tryna cross the street cross-eyed
Cross-faded out the crosswalk 'til you cross paths
Where the high ride, clappin' checks until my dick clap
That's a hot rod, but she's still tied to my meat
Like Lady Gaga, the googly-eyed, after that Gigglin', growin' my gigabytes, I'm groovin', you goofy
I had bitches tryna be on my penis since ze-nine
Looked at Raven Simone and said "See this lil' penis"
At the moment I'm always takin' meetings
Already too many assumptions takin' meanings
All the men abandoned men, the management is makin' em
That was six different ways for me to spell Atm
I got six different plates for me to melt, Atms
I got six different states where I need to mail Atm
Not on no modest shit, honestly, I could humble the hottest bitch
Don't have rings on no hobby shit, but still tell her I got a bitch
Hoppin' out the house, wootin', hollin', sauce gravy
I never really had the sauce, boy, the sauce had me

I'm just a shorter in net until my bitch give me head
I start fuckin' my devils and put my to bed
I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed
They just cap for applause, they owe an arm in the bank
I seen that chopper and that money counter both go "Brr"
Uh, yo, yo, yo, yo

I seen that money and my baby momma both go
Ain't had no sound for that, smokin' on power
That power push me to power-nap, uh
Bathin' in Hell while the Devil cry on my shower-cap, uh
I got this house full of the dead and shit I gotta put to bed
'Cause they been livin' rent free inside my motherfuckin' head
And if I die for what I said and they kill me for this verse
Make sure my kid know what's worth
'Cause he's with the earth
I turn to rapper, say they all friends, uh
Tell 'em I'll bitch-slap 'em with God's hands, uh
I had to count all my losses, I had to get in my pocket
Negative thoughts in my wallet, I had to turn it to profits
They probably tryna kill my innocence, uh
They meditated first coincidence, uh
Typical nigga shit, I'm sick of shit but act like I ain't bothered
'Cause world done poured a lot on my motherfuckin' chakra
What the fuck

I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed

I'm just a shorter in net until my bitch give me head
I start fuckin' my devils and put my to bed
I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed
They just cap for applause, they owe an arm in the bank
I seen that chopper and that money counter both go "Brr"