[Verse]
The cash I'm gettin, I’m making in millions
Wonder what they do the bands to the ceiling
I'm up at the top, loungin and chillin
Gettin the bitches like over 6 digits
The lyrics can kill em and he on my hit list
Runnin the plays man I'm up by like 50
I’m down in Chicago, the windiest city
I know what I hear and I'm making a livin
I am so scary Im someone you fearin
You talkin that shit I hear what I'm hearin
You are just bark slowly, you peein
And you get a maxi since you on ya period
I'm getting a bitch I'm creatin a banger
Kill yourself no parachute jump out the hangar
No music career but I'm flyin to Paris
Drivin to Stamford, the money substantial
I can't let a midget come at me and switch it
I'm holding it down and a bitch get a whippin
Eyes big and red, them shits like Clifford
But you so small puberty didn’t hit yet
Balls didn’t drop now you gettin dropped
I'm bodying rappers and you got no talent
Disgrace to Albania man you should get banished
And you talkin shit about all of my rappin
You should play Point Guard cause you love handlin balls
I’m switchin the flow up its boutta get on
I'm packin it up and goin to the booth
And Wheezy sendin the beat so I created the song
Suckin Vin's dick more than I'm fucking your mom
Tasted your medicine don’t fuck with me bruh
I'm not tryin at all I'm dissing your appearance
I was there when that condom broke back in 2004
I talked to your mom and she seemed really scared
But she didn't really care she just begged for more
Fat ass bitch you still 4'11
You run so slow a turtle can get you
Your nightmare is tag, I'm spittin the facts
For you to get fast, go run some track
I'm tellin you fag, don't come back
Until your hairline is fixed and your breath isn't trash
Man the Erli bird catches the Erli worm
But Erli caught a body and now no-one can stop me, bitch
The cash I'm gettin, I’m making in millions
Wonder what they do the bands to the ceiling
I'm up at the top, loungin and chillin
Gettin the bitches like over 6 digits
The lyrics can kill em and he on my hit list
Runnin the plays man I'm up by like 50
I’m down in Chicago, the windiest city
I know what I hear and I'm making a livin
I am so scary Im someone you fearin
You talkin that shit I hear what I'm hearin
You are just bark slowly, you peein
And you get a maxi since you on ya period
I'm getting a bitch I'm creatin a banger
Kill yourself no parachute jump out the hangar
No music career but I'm flyin to Paris
Drivin to Stamford, the money substantial
I can't let a midget come at me and switch it
I'm holding it down and a bitch get a whippin
Eyes big and red, them shits like Clifford
But you so small puberty didn’t hit yet
Balls didn’t drop now you gettin dropped
I'm bodying rappers and you got no talent
Disgrace to Albania man you should get banished
And you talkin shit about all of my rappin
You should play Point Guard cause you love handlin balls
I’m switchin the flow up its boutta get on
I'm packin it up and goin to the booth
And Wheezy sendin the beat so I created the song
Suckin Vin's dick more than I'm fucking your mom
Tasted your medicine don’t fuck with me bruh
I'm not tryin at all I'm dissing your appearance
I was there when that condom broke back in 2004
I talked to your mom and she seemed really scared
But she didn't really care she just begged for more
Fat ass bitch you still 4'11
You run so slow a turtle can get you
Your nightmare is tag, I'm spittin the facts
For you to get fast, go run some track
I'm tellin you fag, don't come back
Until your hairline is fixed and your breath isn't trash
Man the Erli bird catches the Erli worm
But Erli caught a body and now no-one can stop me, bitch
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