PU 2gaudy

[Chorus]
Back in this bitch, I ain't finished
But all the fucks that I give are diminished
I’m hittin' back on attack, like it's tennis
Gun got a silencer, don’t need a witness
Don't need a witness to say this song heat
Don't need your listen, I'm still gonna eat
Don't want your bitch, 'cause I hit it last week
Told her I loved her, but lied through my teeth
BAPE on my feet, but you rocking [?]
I got that chop, like that boy NLE
Leave that boy red, like Chef Boyardee
Spilled some mustard on my Goyard tee
Too busy plottin', I cannot sleep
Too busy thottin', that bitch is a freak
Too busy thottin’, that bitch is a dub
I ain’t showin' love, she won’t get a hug

[Verse]
Firestone defense called an FN
Focused on the grind, like a Ritalin
Bitch, I'm way too tall for these mini men
I'ma stomp Jerry out, in these vitamins
I just keep shit cool, like a CPU
Saw gaudy on the street, he the shit, PU
Got hitched to the bread, made it say, "I do,"
Life shit got dark, got a Model S roof
Don't know where the star speed [?] in the booth
Bitch clingy, always tryna hang like a noose
Always talkin’ 'bout bread, let's just see it ain't true
Nigga, don't get pressed, if I call out fake shoes
Life gave me lemons, I kept that shit simple
Put a red dot on his nose, pimple
And the whip a spaceship, Ms. Frizzle
Drop the top in the town, Stuart Little
One thing you won't do, belittle
Only target I hit's the middle
And that boy fuckin' sweet like a Skittle
Put him on a Tee, played the world's smallest fiddle