[Verse] I'll fuck around and throw hail it's not a empty clip I got shells Won't be a epic fail sick of motherfuckers give me ginger ale Shorty pump yo breaks fo' I jump that gate So you should just pass the paper That other shit we a tackle later Only how you know you getting real money When you pulling out a calculator just to add it up Got him mad as fuck bitch dont act drunk Mama raise no punk, give a pair cause I'm finna get payback You see me cover yo face like a Arab Cause I'm at cho head brain cells finna spread And my fist won't stop 'till this bitch turn red These niggas so bitter they Debo on Twitter Might lay a nigga down like he just ate dinner One by one they keep dropping Dont need no chair to get it rocking Knock knock who's there? Better use a peephole as a option Only if you wanna be safe so many guns I'm a disgrace Keep it brief if the money ain't the case But if it is throw it in a briefcase Try angels if you trying to keep them squares out yo circles Thats three shapes situation need to be addressed? Then I'm a show up to yo address I play a heavy part in these streets but no I'm not a actress Just hush get that ass rushed if you say too much Now you getting touched, I carry bodies out like a clutch But not going to no fucking brunch Murder scene look so disgust, but I did it like its a must Turned the body to a pile of dust because I let it burn like Ush I get so much hate cause I got a lot on my plate You can tell by my weight I went from shelters to flying delta Now I'm on a stage in another state I'm 100 that I'm past ready I'm sauced up no spaghetti You hang in a clique that's dumb ass shit that's Ed, Edd, n Eddy Y'all washed bro, just stop bro Motherfuckers doubted me and now they shocked bro Cause I kept giving them the unexpected Like mother nature in Chicago Stop trying to treat me like the outcast When yall be watching me more than Comcast Y'all old ass hell and broke ass hell In the basement living with yo Mom ass I get slut shamed for the sex songs But yo nigga up my ass like wet thongs I line the chopper up then mess yo lining up Now everywhere you go you need a hat on They like "Oh my God, she should be ashamed" But I'm on every bitch account like a username Now y'all can get back to doing nothing And I'm sorry for the interruption
Compositor: Elizabeth Eden Harris (Cupcakke) ECAD: Obra #43589395