AVOID Your Stepdad

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[Intro]
Gang
(Hey, Olly)
Olly
Ayy, shit, shit
Yeah, ayy, yeah
[Chorus]
Competition heavy on 'em
I know brodie want me dead
I know shawty want my head
Really, I just want some breakfast
Nicotine can't win today
Can I get somethin' off my chest?
I don't think I'ma grin today
I don't think I can cop an eighth (Shit)
I got a couple bills today
I'm missin' out on thrills for real
The sun took at the chills away
I miss bein' a little kid (Damn)
I miss cryin' over little shit
Find a toy, forget a bitch
I avoid the good in bitches
I enjoy the hoodest bitches
[Verse 1]
Took her to my side of town, she rolled the wood 'cause she got anxious
This bitch an impostor, said her father usеd to roll with bankers (Huh?)
Said his momma popped a couple bitchеs out of jealous anger (Huh?)
Damn, ayy (Shit, Shit)
Sorry, sir, I soothe yo' daughter
Deep inside her womb, begot her
I feel like the new Sinatra
Introduce me to yo' momma
Introduce me to her momma
I can tell ya'll new to dollars
Old bread don't reveal itself
No bread make you kill yourself
Gang, ayy