Hemingway Yavid

I touch on my rifle more than my woman it is what it is she know I'm a hoodlum
I touch on my rifle more than my woman he only round when the gettin is good and
He talking crazy like I won’t hittem with the glizzy
Told my bitch about his bitch I'm like okay she fucked her with me
Boi I'm dressed in all black like I'm Dick Owens

I know the left wrist lookin aight
I know the necklace got the ice
Boi what that Jpay what that Moneygram what that CashApp lookin like
I know your whip game look aight
I see your bitch frame lookin right
But do you keep that Western Union poppin pay them boiz to swing them knives ?

If Helluva made this beat baby I charge a hell of a fee for 3 ladies
That's three whole thangz that’s Charlies Angels
Don’t want no selfies with these bitches it look bad from all angles

Inf beams out my jeans shootin red and green
Fake lean sell a dream got no codeine
I hit 100 bitches all look like Robyn Fenty
OD 100 sniffers cuttin powder w that fenty
Cell phones and they jumpin bout that cellophane
I hear voices I ain't sayin that to beat my case
I'm sayin if you playin than I'm HKin
Pomeranian bitch from Poland stay for 2 days and
When I was young I sold my teacher crack cocaine and it didn’t faze him or me
This my never-ending story I ride your girl like Atreyu when she betray you
You know how whores be
I'm a dog piss on the floor fuck your shoes up
I split his head look like he got a shitty lace front
Vision clear how clear
Clear as crystal meth
Sister scratch a hole in her neck boi this the midwest