Yeah
I rap about shit that I don't even have, but that's cause I'm planning on getting em
I really be humble, I don't like to brag, but I know these niggas ain't lit as us
I pull off a lot with a whip paid in cash, immediately go and get tinted up
Put a blick in that glove, I'm semi'ed up
I pull up on your bitch, she gon' give it up

Fasho

Yeah, I don't even knock on the door I tell her I'm outside
I'm fuckin' up homes, the pussy feel better whenever I know that it's not mine
Them niggas is hoes, they only be gangsta on songs
We know they do not slide
We wipin' his nose, he not slime
Better not look at me wrong unless you cross-eyed

Bitch

I'm on the road, I been going state to state, like I got a CDL
She been gaining weight, she ain't tryna wait
She went and got her a new BBL
The tummy is tucked, the booty is plump, recovery going well
The body is fake, can't even tell
Say on god that it's real, you go to hell

Okay, let's go

That probably went over your head, sometimes I surprise myself
I be forgetting that I'm the best to ever do it, I gotta remind myself
My favorite rappers ain't been delivering the music, I gotta supply myself
40-yard dash, I'll time myself
Fore' I let you cross me I'll line myself, nigga

I been plotting on Kayla for years
Now she posted up with a new man
I ain't tripping, it is what it is
But I hope that lil' nigga got hands
If he do, he get hit with a can
Better not put a ring on your hand
Leave that nigga right now, I demand
Girl, you gave the wrong nigga a chance

I rap about shit that I don't even have, but that's cause I'm planning on getting em
I really be humble, I don't like to brag, but I know these niggas ain't lit as us
I pull off a lot with a whip paid in cash, immediately go and get tinted up
Put a blick in that glove, I'm semi'ed up
I pull up on your bitch, she gon' give it up

Fasho

Yeah, I don't even knock on the door I tell her I'm outside
I'm fuckin' up homes, the pussy feel better whenever I know that it's not mine
Them niggas is hoes, they only be gangsta on songs
We know they do not slide
We wipin' his nose, he not slime
Better not look at me wrong unless you cross-eyed

Bitch