[Verse]
It’s about time that I fucked yo' bitch
I put in my time and I got myself rich
And I took a couple lines and I made 'em to hits
She knowing my sign but she don’t wanna dip
Unless it’s skinny
She gon' make it pop like Remy
I be in her gut like Henny
She be thick like Jenny
Goin' one round, nah many
Spitting f’s out like Fendi
I'ma break it all down
Level the plains
But I'ma be up in my plane without shame
And I’m bringing the ruckus, the roughest, I’ll murk all you puppets
Your debt is now due
Hear the audible trumpеts
Preceding my entry
Pop pop
Gun shot to yo' sеntry
What you think, we came down here friendly
I can see all the green and the envy
It’s fake love
That's enough
Ridin' my coattails and my nuts
'Cause my capital greater
They storming the crater
For anything at all, the atoms and crumbs
Crash landed
I managed to lose some of my baggage
Them bandits can have it
They gon' get hit red handed
Fuck a third eye
And yo' birds eye
They will learn why
They cannot contain me or surround I got that turbine
Survive, you won’t survive
When she earn my
Time and now it’s tickin'
She gon' put my hand on her thigh
Carjacked
Get back on the tarmac
Fuck a CarFax
Get slapped by my large sack
Bar packed
'Til I clap with the AK
If you wanna fight me, know it’s gonna be a melee
Girl unbuckle my belt
Follow my lead
And leave yo' cells
Gon' free yo' self
Don’t see yourself
I’m really gonna take you to yo' real self
Shawty wanna go and get up under sheets
Under my skin
No way, nowhere
Scarlet letter on her back without care
But I don’t really notice 'cause I’m pulling her hair
Gonna go in like I came from famine
Gonna head out like I’m playing backgammon
Never gave a fuck
Talking bout me, can’t stand him
But why she on my pole
Like a shake junt dancin'
Fake punks, ain’t one, take none
Ray gun, Ray Charles, can’t stun
Miss me with that bullshit
'Cause I’m all out of patience
It’s about time that I fucked yo' bitch
I put in my time and I got myself rich
And I took a couple lines and I made 'em to hits
She knowing my sign but she don’t wanna dip
Unless it’s skinny
She gon' make it pop like Remy
I be in her gut like Henny
She be thick like Jenny
Goin' one round, nah many
Spitting f’s out like Fendi
I'ma break it all down
Level the plains
But I'ma be up in my plane without shame
And I’m bringing the ruckus, the roughest, I’ll murk all you puppets
Your debt is now due
Hear the audible trumpеts
Preceding my entry
Pop pop
Gun shot to yo' sеntry
What you think, we came down here friendly
I can see all the green and the envy
It’s fake love
That's enough
Ridin' my coattails and my nuts
'Cause my capital greater
They storming the crater
For anything at all, the atoms and crumbs
Crash landed
I managed to lose some of my baggage
Them bandits can have it
They gon' get hit red handed
Fuck a third eye
And yo' birds eye
They will learn why
They cannot contain me or surround I got that turbine
Survive, you won’t survive
When she earn my
Time and now it’s tickin'
She gon' put my hand on her thigh
Carjacked
Get back on the tarmac
Fuck a CarFax
Get slapped by my large sack
Bar packed
'Til I clap with the AK
If you wanna fight me, know it’s gonna be a melee
Girl unbuckle my belt
Follow my lead
And leave yo' cells
Gon' free yo' self
Don’t see yourself
I’m really gonna take you to yo' real self
Shawty wanna go and get up under sheets
Under my skin
No way, nowhere
Scarlet letter on her back without care
But I don’t really notice 'cause I’m pulling her hair
Gonna go in like I came from famine
Gonna head out like I’m playing backgammon
Never gave a fuck
Talking bout me, can’t stand him
But why she on my pole
Like a shake junt dancin'
Fake punks, ain’t one, take none
Ray gun, Ray Charles, can’t stun
Miss me with that bullshit
'Cause I’m all out of patience
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