Sausage*** OCTOBERSFULLMOON

[Chorus]
I'm feeling it up in the air, my bitch a witch and she blair
Fuckin' your wife and she bare, you say that I shoot you, ain't there
All of my bullets in opps, you don't know shit like my pops
Bitches look hot in their tops, shot 64 like the Top of the Pops
I ain't never had no options, talkin' shit and we pop him
Whippin' 'round in Gotham, pull up to the London brothels

[Post-Chorus 1]
She fucking with me and I can't take no shit
Acting up on your bitch like Brad Pitt
She fucking with me and I can't take no shit
Acting up on your bitch like Brad Pitt

[Verse 1]
This ain't like my last shit
I saw your gun, now, bitch, pass it
I took a L on my maths test
We was learnin' 'bout the masses
My people gon' shoot and we trappin'
James Charles sees a 9-year old, goes to his house and claps him
I caught bitches fappin', I been hеre rappin'
Stop saying you kill, bitch, you cappin'
But if he want the beef, ovеrlap him
Collars on collars, I feel like a dog
Feeling so vicious, bitch, I am on top
All of my bullets in opps
Brain is so numb like your pops
These bitches be fire in their tops
Trap 64 like I'm on the Top of the Pops
They know who I be, I'm the cream of the crop
All of my shit be on all of your bops
Fuck all of these trends: stop doing the WAP
All of my money be lookin' like guap
Spreadin' this bitch out like guac'