Catchwreck Zotiyac

They bitch, made
Come, claim it
Yo bitch, slayed
Dick, slangin'
A, K
Fuck dat, talkin’
Check my, limbs
Gun, walkin'
Gun, walkin'
I put your mouth on the curb
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So I treat you, I beat you then leave you in dirt
In the, matrix
It’s simulation for sure
If it ain't no way or rework
If the nigga that made it was comin' from Earth
Yo universe
I can diminish it all with a verse
Quickly replenish it, then it get worse
Take my word serious or you get served
At the bottom of sea where yo body can be
You ain't bodyin' me, I'm the top of the league
Fuck it if it ain't a dolla for me
Look at the profit, the prophet is me
Lookin' for pussy, come holla at me
I got some bitches who poppin’ for free
They only fuck if you follow my lead
I got too many so how much you need?
Mixin’ the Jack with the cranberry juice
They say I got hella tricks up my sleeve
I say, "boy I do this shit in my sleep"
It ain't nothin’ to me but another defeat