Yeah, wash this perc down with the Ace of Spades
This a fire ass beat
Kinda feel like I´m wasting it on this bitch, hmm

Knew I was goin´ be somethin´ but you ain´t never tell me

And that´s the reason you ain´t let me know I got you pregnant
´Cause you know if you would´ve told me, I would make you daddy
You knew that I was gon´ make it, but you ain´t never tell me
All this time I thought "Oh boy, was yo´ baby daddy"
I was thuggin´ hard, but the hood knew I was goin´ make it rappin´
I wanna buy you Birkin´, but I´m scared that you gon´ sell it
I was inspecting the leather, but you ain´t never mеt it
You said you sent me some picturеs, but I ain´t never get it
And I know when you hear my songs, you think I´m being petty

But what´s the pressure ´bout being leather, what I did to ya?
What I owe ya, call my phone, and I´ma give it to ya
No matter who I put it in, that´s still a nigga jit
I still remember yo´ birthday, August 25th
This year I´ma take you somewhere special, you goin´ get a gift
And yeen´ got worry ´bout me no more, calling you a bitch
And yeen´ got worry ´bout me no more, cussing you out
But you want diamonds and shit, but I´m floodin´ you out
But take a nigga off child support
´Cause I already be goin´ to court, damn
I knew it was for money when she went and grabbed a Porsche

I hope you bought my son a BB-Gun
I really thought I wouldn´t be nothin´
Shorty was plottin´ on me for this whole time
I ain´t even get to rub your belly once
You kept the baby from me for the whole nine
Sometimes, I sit back, and wonder if we gon´ be forever
I think me sexting your people don´t even make it no better
We used to skip school together, we we´re just thirteen
Just making all this cents to me you got my first C
I used to walk from the projects, way to the circle park
You told your first love is over, and gave me your heart
I missed the way you locked that dick in every time I slip it

I know you a waitin´ for me to stop you and put you in position
I´m ??? late night Hunchin´ and kissin´
You don´t even know what you wanna do, so how you run the business?
I told you put it on paper, lets make a proposition
You don´t even know what you wanna do, but you run the business
You be actin´ like you wanna pop out, and get famous
On the low, I hope you know you´re still my ol´ lady
If I could I would, keep you in the crib
I wanna have us a threesome, you and K Slim
And another one, and another one
Matter fact, bitch, fuck you