[Intro]
Yeah
Fuckin, 1:28 in the morning right now
Shit
[Verse 1]
I make you shut the fuck up every time you try to speak
Got your bitch coming over and I can tell she liking me
We perfect for each other like Taylor Swift and buying streams
2AM I'm in my kitchen lights out eating rice and beans
The way that I be throwing hands I feel like how Mike Tyson be
I named my last album food because I like to eat
Open onlinevideoconverter cause I like the beat
Police treat me like the cartel when I'm buying weed
White hoes who take the part well becoming a dying breed
She on her knees down on shoe level but she ain’t shining, these fuck you mean
[Chorus]
Shut the fuck up talking to me
[Verse 2]
Check the Lyrxo page you not gone see a white line
Pull up get my shirt red, next day we sipping white wine
My grandfather clocking the work in at the right time
These days y’all hate your bitches but lord knows I like mine
I eat McDonald's, spit it out, I'm adjusted to the fine dine
15 Everests won’t begin to cover all the heights climbed
I ain’t see the tag, browse designer, act like I'm blind
Beat that pussy so long, thought my dick had nine lives
I don’t need no shitty drinks to feel like I'm in my prime
Copycats be twiddling their thumbs while tryna write rhymes
She only talk to me for a check feel like I'm Mike Dimes
She gave me sloppy toppy so good felt like I might die
Other rappers would kill to spend an hour inside my mind
Throwing money in the air, scrounging for a dime you might find
My grandma always tweaking think it’s time to cut the life line, it’s time to die
Yeah
Fuckin, 1:28 in the morning right now
Shit
[Verse 1]
I make you shut the fuck up every time you try to speak
Got your bitch coming over and I can tell she liking me
We perfect for each other like Taylor Swift and buying streams
2AM I'm in my kitchen lights out eating rice and beans
The way that I be throwing hands I feel like how Mike Tyson be
I named my last album food because I like to eat
Open onlinevideoconverter cause I like the beat
Police treat me like the cartel when I'm buying weed
White hoes who take the part well becoming a dying breed
She on her knees down on shoe level but she ain’t shining, these fuck you mean
[Chorus]
Shut the fuck up talking to me
[Verse 2]
Check the Lyrxo page you not gone see a white line
Pull up get my shirt red, next day we sipping white wine
My grandfather clocking the work in at the right time
These days y’all hate your bitches but lord knows I like mine
I eat McDonald's, spit it out, I'm adjusted to the fine dine
15 Everests won’t begin to cover all the heights climbed
I ain’t see the tag, browse designer, act like I'm blind
Beat that pussy so long, thought my dick had nine lives
I don’t need no shitty drinks to feel like I'm in my prime
Copycats be twiddling their thumbs while tryna write rhymes
She only talk to me for a check feel like I'm Mike Dimes
She gave me sloppy toppy so good felt like I might die
Other rappers would kill to spend an hour inside my mind
Throwing money in the air, scrounging for a dime you might find
My grandma always tweaking think it’s time to cut the life line, it’s time to die
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