Damn you, rabbit, you smell like fuckin' piss
You can kiss my ass
I hate you
Fuckin' rabbit
Get in there
72, 72, 72
Bitch
Aye
Bitch, I'm not a star
Somebody lied, I got a switchie in the car
Shoot a nigga off the bars
Poppin' pills like I'm Big Scar
Fuck a deal, we sellin' hard
Fuck a bitch that cookin' clean, I need them Navy feddy cars
Sippin' bloody Eighty Deuce, you know them bangers run the yard
You can't split it with your two-four, you ain't knew that Fetty hard
Brodie shootin' off the roof, I'm on the loose, ain't in the car
Still a walkin' nigga down like I ain't tryin' to hit the charts
stick that taco out, pussy, what you behind that tint for
My bitch thick as hell, she ain't got to drink no insurer
Dudey grown as hell, got some money, but his fit poor
We used to sell crack, now these niggas be on Discord
I'm havin' real leverage, bitch, I'm talkin' bout them racks
I miss my nigga Mere, but I ain't talkin' bout the Rat
When I smoke, they ass ain't here, but what I'm talkin' bout is Thrax
Every nigga play, they layed, and bitch, I'm talkin' bout the facts
I'm not a star, somebody cap
I got a chopper in the back, plus the switchie on my lap
Graduation day, I sit outside and catch a hat
Ridin' in a stolen Skat with that button on my lap
Bitch, I'm not a star, somebody lie
I got a switchie in the car, shoot a nigga off the bar
Poppin' pills like I'm Big Scar
Fuck a deal, we sellin' hard
Fuck a bitch that cookin' clean, I need them Navy Fetty cars
I don't like rabbits comin' to my fuckin' house, I kill
I got him
Oh, you did
Yes, I did
He looks like a queer rabbit
Oh, weird
The fact that he can kiss my ass
Rabbits are queers
They always got a shit on themselves
I don't know if they're queer-ass rabbits
Ooh, nigga, give me the bag, money
Get a rabbit, I'm sick and tired of him
This shitty-ass rabbit stinks
I know
He smells like pussy
He smells like the asshole
And motherfuckers
Smell like wetback dicks
They smell like a pile of bullshit