SIMPSONS

A like Bart Simpson you can eat my shorts All that meth a I used to snort all that shit I used To not afford Now I can buy ten cars and Put in my garage that only fit 5 cars When I hop on that plane gonna go far like my career Bitch I hate beer Riding down the street hope I don’t hit a dear Hit that bitch from the rear That’s just me being sincere You hear I think I had grinder his gears Bitch I have no fears A a a lil baby type beat Don’t bull up on my street We will eat you and spit you out This shit can get real loud Throw a party like rolling loud I am so high I am in the clouds People like my sound That snitch shit ain’t allowed That Glock go blou That’s the sound Of his body hitting the ground Time to round up the gang And tell them to brang The sticks we gonna hit you with you snitch pussy ass bitch Along time ago I dreamed of being rich I made that to reality People sharing my every move like t v Bitch got a pistol I got an rpg like the army we stealthy and like the navy I am always on the deep end I have to send a letter I had to get mended to get better Bitch I put in the work to get this cheddar Cheese this bitchs so salty make you sneeze So Mitch smoke make you wheeze