Humpty Dumpty

I'm gettin' stressed, need a bitch to suck the soul right out my chest

In the game so long and most these people never heard me yet

I feel like Humpty Dumpty when off that Percocet

Pipe down, if you talkin' shit we comin' for your neck

I'm still the shit, uh-huh

Got a bitch with tits, uh-huh

I'm not in a gang, but I do gang shit, uh-huh, uh-huh

Bankroll longer than a telephone number

And I've been doing numbers for the past six summers

Hey Billy, how about you give 'em a little bit mo'?

I can do this in my sleep, sleet, hail or snow

Can't fuck with us, another one bites the dust

I'm at the bank, with a shank, put the money in the duffle bag

Never thought I'd turn out like that

But the money made me a madman

Now I'm duckin' 50 in the back of a matte black caravan

With expired tags, "It's Billy"

Your favorite rapper can't rap, your favorite rapper bought views

Your favorite rapper ain't shit, your favorite rapper's a bitch

Your favorite rapper can't tie his shoes

Rappin' like rent is due, I'm a dog in the booth

Black boots and an all white suit, Billy back with brand new tune

I'm growing old inside this studio, got missed calls on my phone

I'm dialed in, I only got one job, I better do it then

If I don't make another fuckin' hit, I'm flipping burgers at the drive-in

I never went to school, but I got a degree in finance

Picture this, uh-huh

Mister kiss your bitch, uh-huh

Mister missed my dinner

Shit pissed off the president, uh-huh, uh-huh

Here come the climax

My lifespan be on IMAX

I keep on getting sidetracked

Hold tight, I'll be right back, like

(Humpty Dumpty, Humpty Dumpty)

Yeah, came back a little bit older, low got a little bit slower

Show up not sober, but so what? Motorboat Oprah

So cutthroat, no roanoa, I'm the one and only

Run this shit like Mr., Mosby, two twin bitches, Zach and Cody

No simp sons, me and my homie, holy moly