Made that b**h think I owe her sumn
I don't owe these bitches none
I'm a sick son of a b**h, I let that temple meet my gun
Before I ever give these bitches a dollar up out my wallet
Think that b**h still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it
funeral
I cannot get comfortable with these bitches
Tell her keep it to herself, mind her ****ing busine-e-e-ess
Aright, I'm **** with you
Finessa, no Huxtable
B**h, I am untouchable, this pistol very tuckable
I'm **** the bag every night, 'cause the bag is the only thing in my life that's ****able
Sike, nah, ha
funeral
Made that b**h think I owe her sumn
I don't owe these bitches none
I'm a sick son of a b**h, I let that temple meet my gun
Before I ever give these bitches a dollar up out my wallet
Think that b**h still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it
Think I owe her sumn
Owe these bitches none
Sick son of a b**h, I let that temple meet my gun
midwxst
He all talk, he not on go
Play my cards like Yu-Gi-Oh
Cracked his head like he's an egg
For his life, I heard him beg
Can't go outside, I never fold
Don't play games with me, no console
I shoot my shot like Pau Gasol
Ain't no damn way I'll sell my soul
He got hit with that heat
Nobody ****ing with me, nah
Nobody really compete
You telling a story, a fleet
My money blue like Mr. Meeseeks
You n!ggas not stepping, won't see me
But you're gonna see me on TV
That boy don't wanna fight, no PvP
funeral
Made that b**h think I owe her sumn
I don't owe these bitches none
I'm a sick son of a b**h, I let that temple meet my gun
Before I ever give these bitches a dollar up out my wallet
Think that b**h still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it
That b**h think I owe her sumn
I don't owe these bitches none
I'm a sick son of a b**h, I let that temple meet my gun
Before I ever give these bitches a dollar up out my wallet
Think that b**h still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it, uh-uh
funeral
Think that b**h still got my number, pray to God that she don't call it, uh-uh
