Trapped the whole winter, scammed for the summer
Came to America with dope in her stomach
Spent eleven hundred on these Valentino runners
We just f**kin' for the summer, 'fore I hit, I change my number
Packman on the track? It's a slapper
I'll jump off a bridge 'fore I put my d**k in plastic
I was so f**ked up that I had to sell plasma
If my b***h say, "Bless you," when you sneeze, you can have her
Don't blame me if you broke, you just a woulda, coulda, shoulda
Try to rob me, you hear the booka, booka, booka
I don't like good girls, I like hooker, hooker, hookers
And I don't sell crack, I'm givin' niggas booger sugar
Call the plug, and he pullin' up on a Kawasaki
Tell my brother if he catch a body, then I'm tellin' mommy
Hallelujah, Jesus Christ, but I'm with a thousand ahkis
Came up from sellin' pussy, free my n***a Joe Exotic
She said she can feel it in her stomach, stop capping
Ol' lyin' ass bitch, my d**k ain't that big
Cougar bitch, but she look good, Toni Braxton
I-I-I-I-I got low self-esteem, I was a fat kid
Suck it good, chew it, then swallow, Sour Patch Kid
My b***h 'bout to leave me 'cause I'm built like Patrick
I nut super quick and I be weighin' down the mattress
On the low, dawg, I'm tired of this fat shit
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I ain't signed to nobody, bitch, I work for me
b***h f**ked an opp for revenge, she think she hurtin' me
Caught 'em both slippin' at the movies, gave 'em First Degree
Rihanna got warts, in that case, bitch, herpe me
I tell a b***h if she ain't suckin' dick, then leave me be (Hah)
I need a freaky ho to eat the dingaling, yeah (On God)
And don't get red, your baby mama off of ching-a-ling
I think she think me and her got a thing (Naw)
Bitch, naw, you ain't gettin' a damn thing but my balls (Okay)
Don't reply to your texts, I'm ignorin' your calls, look (Bitch)
Gotta hit the trap, I got plays for that raw (I do)
Whole thangs, we got bricks, we got blocks of that dog (We does)
Break it down, watch me boogie on that p***y while I'm smokin' booky (Ooh)
Huh, baby daddy talkin' tough, I give that boy a noogie (Lame)
Still make his baby mama stuff a script up in her tushie (I will)
Used to skip school with them sticks, playin' hockey hooky (Get it?)
Catch a snitch lackin' on his balcony, Tekashi (Lame)
My Asian n***a keep a hot chop clip, wasabi
Packman got some fat fans in the lobby (He do)
Skuba Steve got some lame niggas tryna clout chase
Packman ate your grandmama with the pound cake
Skuba Steve movin' every gram down to the shake
Hmm, f**k a pandemic, Flint water been f**ked up, huh
Ain't nobody send nobody there to help us, huh
Bounce back, shake back, picked our self up, huh (Tell 'em)
Still trap around this bitch, the Lord blessed us, huh (Talk)
I got 'bows in the mail when I wake up, huh (Okay)
I might give that b***h a Perc' if she take one (Nigga, do it)
