pretty bitty throwaway Your Stepdad

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[Chorus]
Chilling in my room, plotting on my tomb
Stop calling me bro, you opposition praying on my doom
How long 'til I make it to the stars? I don't know, maybe, soon
Sweep the competition with my feet 'cause I can't find a broom
Pretty bitty fucking with my conscious, that ho so obnoxious
Why she always tryna hang with me? Prolly 'cause she jobless
Why she always tryna get me high? Think that shorty copped it (Ayy)
Holy fuck, I never had no options, now this shorty topless

[Verse]
I got niggas tweaking off my music like the vaccine
It don't matter where I get my beats, nigga, don't ask me
You ask me about my beats one more time, I gotta smack thee
How come every time I check my phone, it look like black knees?
I can tell from looking at her pictures, that's that real detection
She want deano's flying in her face, she don't want real affection
I done got away from shawty early, Jesus really blessing
Why she always tryna point the finger? Ain't no real reflection (Damn)

[Chorus]
Chilling in my room, plotting on my tomb
Stop calling me bro, you opposition praying on my doom
How long 'til I make it to the stars? I don't know, maybe, soon
Sweep the competition with my— (Yeah)
Pretty bitty fucking with my conscious, that ho so obnoxious
Why she always tryna hang with me? Prolly 'cause she jobless
Why she always tryna hang with me? Prolly' cause she— (Ayy)
Damn, and now this shorty topless

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