Kill that pussy like i'm OJ
I don't care about what this hoe say
I'm getting rich, my way
I could teach you broke niggas a hundred ways to get paid
I got a lot of bands, you niggas broke trash cans
I pop a lot of Xans, I'm nodding off while my bitch dance
I love when she shake her ass, she twerking
Imma get so rich that one day imma put all my drugs in a Birkin
In a Birkin bag
Buy my designer out in France so I don't pay no tax
It's still fuck that bitch, but I'll fuck that bitch, yeah fuck my ex
I'm still smoking weed
Me and my guys we lumberjacks, we breaking down those trees
And your bitch want my bone, I gave that hoe a treat
I asked that bitch to eat me
And then she ate my meat, but she a vegan
Damn bitch, yeah I'm tweaking
I ran it up, yeah on the weekend
I'm a geek, i'm a nerd about them pills I'm geeking
Woke up in the morning, saw her walk out the door
I asked her why you leaving?
Whoah, I'm a filthy rich black man
I'm a black nigga, fuck the Klan
But I'm hanging niggas who try me like I'm the fucking Klan
Run my pockets up, let run some bands
My choppa makes some noise like i'm in a band
Then I'll rob that fucking bando
Broke inside through the back door
I'm fucking on this black hoe
But she sucking my dick like a white hoe
(Yeah)
(Okay, listen up)
(Cause imma)
(Imma only say this one time)
(One time)
(I love)
(Prescription drugs, I love prescription drugs)
I love prescription drugs
I'm a emo nigga, but i'm still a thug
She a freaky bitch, want my thumb in her butt
She sucking my dick until I nut
I love this bitch, I think I love this hoe
She a stripper bitch, I think she love the pole
But that's ok, I'll still show her the good life
But I won't make this hoe my wife
I learned this shit the hard way
Don't you fuck with a slut, they'll break your heart
It'll be hard to move on from that hoe
I just ran it up, and then I let her what, I let her go
I don't give a fuck at all
Fingers crossed this not Fentanyl
But imma still pop that pill
If it's Fentanyl we gon' know in a second
Turned out I was fine, man what a blessing
I'm preaching my message like i'm a revrand
I switched it up, went high pitch on them niggas
But I could go right back to the deep voice
I slide with the nine, Imma creep boy
I'm in the forest, Craig of the Creek boy
Your boyfriend is a freak boy, a creep boy, a weak boy
You could do better
And then do me bitch, do me bitch, love me bitch
Trust me bitch, fuck me bitch