[Verse 1: DBangz]
I'm teaching lessons, correcting
And I don't hold Smith and Wessons
I grind for texts in my messages
And I'm giving out pensions
Go spend a cheque on some excrement
My whole room filled with excellence
Speak the words that fucking slap
I go get mad and then pencil it
Pencil swifter than slicing metal
To ice in the rink
I got bars hotter and colder than the ice in my drink
Watch me break up a Ziggy
And all these hoes fucking with me
And I've been living a lot
Like white boys in the city
I'm no Afro-American
Please don't group me with that
I'm light-skinned
I just tell the cop "Don't shoot me with that"
Bitch you know it's 'Lil Cumstain
All my groupies is fat
And I shoot in her eye
I'm the dude with his guys
Got my crowbar
And some left out meat in the night
Your hoe be fucking with me
Guess you ain't beating it right
And I skeet on my sheet
Sweeter than beets in a jar
Not vegetables
My friends freestyle to beats in my car
I'm teaching lessons, correcting
And I don't hold Smith and Wessons
I grind for texts in my messages
And I'm giving out pensions
Go spend a cheque on some excrement
My whole room filled with excellence
Speak the words that fucking slap
I go get mad and then pencil it
Pencil swifter than slicing metal
To ice in the rink
I got bars hotter and colder than the ice in my drink
Watch me break up a Ziggy
And all these hoes fucking with me
And I've been living a lot
Like white boys in the city
I'm no Afro-American
Please don't group me with that
I'm light-skinned
I just tell the cop "Don't shoot me with that"
Bitch you know it's 'Lil Cumstain
All my groupies is fat
And I shoot in her eye
I'm the dude with his guys
Got my crowbar
And some left out meat in the night
Your hoe be fucking with me
Guess you ain't beating it right
And I skeet on my sheet
Sweeter than beets in a jar
Not vegetables
My friends freestyle to beats in my car
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