Rumor had it
That they had left in the middle of the night
To go to her world
Cause one day
The city woke up without a king
No one knew for sure though
Were they gonna come back?
And if so, when?
Were they gonna come back together?
And if not, why?
What's up?
Bro, you gotta pick me up
I'm with a b**h right now, bro, drive yourself
I can't, bro, I'm at the , and I'm off the
Fine, but when i pull up
Just get in the backseat
And shut the f**k up
Got my bro in the back, he ain't sober
Spanish b**h in the front tryna hola
All my money stack higher than a stoner
All my music going viral like corona
I'm playing games, but I ain't got controller
Told the b**h: I ain't trying to control ya
Yeah, your man is a b**h, yeah, I told ya
He gon' fold like he was some f**g clothes, yah
Hit his face and his case gon' be closed, yah
We pulled up to his spot and he froze up
He ain't part of the gang that he throws up
He should get his money, and his clout, and his h**s up
Don't know why she is in love with this bozo
Was gonna fight him tonight, he was a no-show
His b**h bounce on my d**k like a pogo
I love bitches from Nigeria and Togo
Matter fact, got a b**h in every nation
F**g on a viking b**h, and she is Asian
Shoutout to my brother JP, he is Haitian
Got more checks than a flag that is Croatian
Told that boy I really trap, and gave that boy a demonstration
Beat a p**y boy up till he bleeding, call it menstruation
He didn't wanna pay up, so we beating up his face, man
For legal reasons; that's not racketeering, that's just consultation
Matter fact, for legal reasons, that's a joke
But I don't joke when I say I want the smoke
Beat a British dude up, call that p**y boy a "p**y bloke"
If I f**k your girlfriend one time, then you know you outta hope
Yeah, this viking took your b**h, and she took this viking d**k
Y'all became a couple, f**d her one week later, that was quick
I ain't got corona, but when rapping I am sick
I be swerving, doing donuts, yeah, I'm rolling with my clique
Yeah, we roll up
Yeah, we po' up
My numbers go up
I got my h**s up
I got my dough up
Like a baker
Yeah, the bullets from the shotgun look like pepper
That's a shaker
Yeah, we push your top back, you 'bout to meet your maker
Brand new watch, I cop that
I'm balling like the Lakers
I don't f**k with chit-chat, so imma catch you later
Can't nobody get they b**h back
Make sure that I don't take yours
Yeah, back in the day, I was serving like a waiter
Started doing music
Now my life is so much greater
Your own b**h don't wanna f**k you
Even if you paid her
Told her "Babe, I'm working right now
But I'll f**k you later"
Bye-bye!
Yeah, see you later
In her dreams
But what up with you though, bro?
How you been?
I've been good
Who was the girl though?
That didn't look like Vanessa
Ah yeah, it wasn't
Then who was that?
Just some random b**h
Probably never gonna see her again
Oh, well, where's Vanessa then?
I thought you guys were "it"
She's, uhm...
She's back home
And, uh...
She's... she's not coming back
Oh shit, can I ask what happened?
I mean
I shoulda seen it coming
It was time
