Alright alright. Okay okay Guess I’ll be doing the dash you been doing me wrong so I’m doing you bad so I been on the phone wit my dad I ain’t seen Ina while I just laugh when he mad touch me one niggas a spaz they been detoxing the minds they been geeking for months cause I gotta be strong on the stash holding all on my own is you riding or what 38 bands on my crib lil nigga buy some bags just to fill with these figures boss wit no pass I can’t feel me a nigga Fuck em and go in the field be my niggas they spinning on all of ya blocks till they dizzy I gotta keep niggas busy they mad ima girl so go and tell em wassup beat up the block and a beat a bitch up leaving my blunt in the truck tell em I wish the bitch luck. How many bitches I drop till they blood you mad I’m the one keep my wrist frozen bought my son son lil one he love him sun mum I think I might make him the one he smart and he won’t take no drugs you leaving or what cause I gotta get to this bag Gone and you can take all your stuff cause clearly I’m not wit the fuss I’m just tryna make dat dick buss you daddy I eat the dick up you running away like a coward ima beat bitch up quick playing around shit get wicked keep on hearing them voices you trippin why can’t stay hunnit wit bitches why you flogging you knowing you miss it