Biting Yeat 2gaudy

[Chorus]
I don't give a fuck 'bout that bitch, no, she a lame (Yeah)
I'm just vibin' out here, I'm in an ELA (For sure)
She said she hungry, eat my dick today (Aah)
(Blanq Beats Production)
(SHEESY)
Hear 'em talkin', I ain't got shit to say

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, pocket watchin' demons
When I walk in Neiman's
.40 leave 'em dreamin'
And I don't need a reason
I fuck your bitch way better (Yeah)
Then she sent you a letter (Aah)
I said, "I'm sorry" in the header (Aah), boy, you best forget her

[Verse 1]
My wrist cost a brick (Yeah)
She suck me up like a tick (Yeah)
Nigga ain't on shit (Yеah)
Boy, you ain't makin' them hits (Nah)
You should really quit it, quit it, quit it, you a lame (Woo)
Sorry 'bout that, boy, but mе and you just not the same (Woo)
Walk inside the bank, they already know my name (Name)
They should call me, "Hotboy" 'cause I spit the flames (Flames)
That ain't never gon' change
I could see the green
If you want to stand out, get out of the grain
I took that bitch to Bermuda, you know I'm a shooter
You know that I'm boot up (Woo)
I smoke these niggas like motherfuckin' hookah (Woo)
[?] (Hey, hey)
All of my diamonds, I'm thankin' my jeweler