Yeah, yo, yeah, fuck your money Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spendin' all that money, huh, yeah Bitches say they love me, they just all ugly
huh, yeah You wanna leave me first, bitch then fuck me
huh Bitches fuck you
I ain't never really been the type to pick and choose
I ain't never really been the type to ever win or ever lose
I ain't never really been the type to ever pick or ever choose
I ain't never really been the type to fuck yo' bitch then pick and choose
Always been the type to fuck yo' bitch, I ain't never lose, I win
Matter of fact, sorry, Lord, I'm sorry for my sins I'm about to sin
Fucked that bitch up down left, right, then I really had to go, better go
She wanna suck on my motherfuckin' tentacles These bitches around me as bitches, it's radical
This motherfucker like, no, you finical I do this shit how I put it, I'm chronical
All these bitches around me, these bitches clowns Run up on me, then we gun you down
Pop, pop, pop, like that's the sound Tupac knows that that is a sound
Run up on me, get yo' bitch, give me a rouse I feel like a villain, I feel like I'm Bowser
You get no bitches, you watchin' a porn like Motherfuck, let me look at your browser
Shit, I'm the best, VVS is shinin' on my neck You run up on me, you get shot in yo' chest
You wearin' a vest, you get shot in yo' neck I'm fuckin' yo' bitch and I'm usin' her sex
Look at yo' bitch, is she ready to text? She sextin' me
Run up on me, now that bitch is just next to me
I feel like the best, but I'm walkin' up, askin' me
Run up on me, y'all, that is just a blastin' Run up on me, you got confessions
This bitch probably show you confessions Just like I teacher, I show you a lesson
Run up on me, then we show you a rouse I'm a king, motherfuck, you is a peasant
Run up on me, then I might get messy I'm makin' o score a goal feel like im Messi
Got yo' bitch on me, she ready to caress me That kid feelin' hard, he flexin
Demolition Derby, I'm ready to derby, she love me
She gon' be poppin' like Perky, I'm doin' this shit how I put it, I'm workin
Like everyday, holy shit, I ain't just workin' I'm gettin' yo' bitch, is she ready, she twerkin
Run up on me, then we stride up, parkin' I'm poppin' that bitch, and I do it for real
I'm poppin' that bitch like a motherfuckin' pill Runnin' that bitch, and I'm marchin' the hills
Doin' this shit like Hartman and Still Freestyle shit, yeah, I never mess up
Got yo' bitch, matter of fact, she wanna fuck up
Run up on me, then I'm really next up Got yo' bitch, matter of fact, she suckin' up
Demolition, like, bitch, no derby I got yo' bitch, she hit pop like a Perky
Doin' this shit every day, yeah, I wake up Every day, I get to work it
Every day, I see yo' bitch, she's a twerkin' Twerkin' my deed, twerkin' the shit
Run up on me, then I'll show you this shit Like these motherfuckers, they scared of the kid
Scared of the kid, bitch
Scared of the kid, bitch
Scared of the kid, bitch
Scared of the kid, bitch
Scared of the kid, bitch
Scared of the kid, bitch
Scared of the kid, bitch