[Intro]
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
(Red, that ho so fuckin' bumpin', bro)
(SkyDiddy)
Bipolar virgo
At least I'm honest, at least I'm honest
[Chorus]
Paper cuts (Paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out, but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (Just pick your side)
[Verse 1]
Ain't no love no more that's out the door, heartless flow
In that mode when I was posted at the red store
Mainstream but I still be ready to up the stoke (Yeah)
Fuck what they talking 'bout, I'm top 5 for sure (I stamped it, speak)
Only if we talkin' racks or facts (Yеah), I condone in that (Yeah)
I do take calеndars before I talk back (Yeah)
Ain't no cap on that (Can't rat, shh)
Nah, I'll never regret my silence (Nah), too certified, I'm violent (Official)
Gotta bitch that I won't play 'bout but I hate when she act childish
Five baby mommas, eight kids, shit get real (On life)
Thinking 'bout my brother that shit give me chills
Damn, don't you think I got enough problems as it is? (Huh?)
Go get it like I did, I ain't goin' broke tryna keep it real
Fuck how they feel
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
(Red, that ho so fuckin' bumpin', bro)
(SkyDiddy)
Bipolar virgo
At least I'm honest, at least I'm honest
[Chorus]
Paper cuts (Paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out, but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (Just pick your side)
[Verse 1]
Ain't no love no more that's out the door, heartless flow
In that mode when I was posted at the red store
Mainstream but I still be ready to up the stoke (Yeah)
Fuck what they talking 'bout, I'm top 5 for sure (I stamped it, speak)
Only if we talkin' racks or facts (Yеah), I condone in that (Yeah)
I do take calеndars before I talk back (Yeah)
Ain't no cap on that (Can't rat, shh)
Nah, I'll never regret my silence (Nah), too certified, I'm violent (Official)
Gotta bitch that I won't play 'bout but I hate when she act childish
Five baby mommas, eight kids, shit get real (On life)
Thinking 'bout my brother that shit give me chills
Damn, don't you think I got enough problems as it is? (Huh?)
Go get it like I did, I ain't goin' broke tryna keep it real
Fuck how they feel
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