Keep that shit on Twitter Y´all ain´t lit, y´all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter Or eat that shit, don´t spit up (Rrr!) Keep my bad bitch did up Keep my main bitch, put up Watchin´ me do push-ups She was playin´ with herself and I looked up (Damn!) Your thot need to get her look up You plottin´ on me, my foot up Your squad ain´t hard, that´s cushion That ain´t sauce, that´s puddin´ Tunechi across her bosom (Damn!) Shootin´ up the jurors (Damn!) Don´t name my pistol I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push ´em (Bam!) Y´all just pussy, get buried together and let ´em play footsie
Y´all just wussy I got some bullets, gon´ pull up in hoodies and come take a look-see Better play hooky I got some hookers hookin´ up with some politicans And some athletes and some college niggas Send your missus on all kind of missions I´m the sickest nigga skippin´ doctors visits But my pots is pissy, smokin´ hockey sticky Put a stockin´ on my face and hit a lick in´ When shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky I don´t fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Micky I don´t fuck with cops, that´s the piggly wiggly Fuck my bitch´s friends, and they friendly-friendly While your bitch givin´ me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D´s
Wendy´s, Denny´s like she tired of Macy´s JC Penny´s, I got bitches gettin´ tired of spendin´, spend it If we winnin´, win it I know Dream Chasers that ain´t never dreamt it So I had to tend it and I had to rim it And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny It´s the Blood gang, it´s the money gang Red rags to riches, need happy endings Then it´s back to business and we laugh at sentencin´ Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses Hungry artists or starvin´ artists in the kitchen Restaurant and cafeterias Don´t make a difference if you taste the difference Better pay the difference to the racketeers Now your good luck lookin´ like you crackin´ mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial That´s a body count, where the mathematician? Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples? With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle With a throat deep enough to land a missile If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions Tell him two cents is only half a nickel Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillows Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles And I catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu Throwin´ pool parties, she don´t have a swimsuit Neither of her friends do, I think that´s official Got my neighbor´s eyes bigger than the Simpson´s And I´m magnificent so I had to pimp her And she had potential but he lacked credentials So give me a sec´, I´ll go at your neck And send you back lookin´ like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!)
Yeah, cannibalism goin´ animalistic in a land of civilians These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia When she left her thong, that´s paraphernalia Sound familiar? My plug´s Sicilian He the one who told me that sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia Behind the millions Rhyme or reason I´m the reason, got they eyes wide but too blind to see it With friends like those It make me text all my enemies and tell ´em I don´t need ´em Hallelujah, power intruders Bitch walk around my house like Hooters Towel user, power user
Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan Niggas talkin´ out their bowel movers Turn they homies into flower choosers Turn your kids into father choosers Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar I´m a silent shooter with a silent shooter Clap at you, if you don´t die, I´ll boo ya Tell a doc that´s tryna to save your life and runnin´ wires through you He could die next to ya (Rrr!) I´ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter Let her partner shoot it We pull out the movie, win awards She got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty Niggas prostitutin´, these rappers ain´t talkin´ ´bout shit Not even ´bout pollution Ain´t got a house to live in, ain´t got a pool to swim in
Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it In route to Houston with a contribution full of Monster juices Monster too slow, macho Cujo macho mucho Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!) I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo Just follow the kupo and I know that you know I´m hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl I´m out of my loophole, you outta the loop, though Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode The power to do so, my pockets is sumo Gettin´ the mula by the minuto Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo Fuck with me, I go Lolapaloozo Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull up
(Pah, pah, pah) Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo Hittin´ some new notes And I am the maestro and you just a typo Private flight, don´t fly in too low I´m wiser than you know, a private school flow I got me a new ho and now it´s a duo One went to college and one went to juco I had to ask ´em, what´s four plus two though? (Rrr!)