pussy ass boy you get scared when I write shit

pussy ass boy you get scared when I write shit it all depends on the the beat n if and I like it just so you know got more flow than a hydrant I might hit your your bitch just to try it it's a tight fit in your big mouth make you be quiet keep your talk silent I'm a tyrant kamikaze pilot assassin's deep black flag pirate your bitch diet consists of juicing out my private she's kinda biased when im all in her mouth like some trident when im around I'll change the climate I only like to freestyle when im the highest highest in the fucking room call me oit that's the last thing you'll fucking do let's hear you without no autotune chop you up it's what I otta do you buying bots buying followers you buying crews your fans ain't the only one you lying too dead meat I'll rap you n they will never find your tomb time will tell n time will do sick n tired n im tired of ya bitch ass came to wreck better check your neck whiplash i check the bank big cash im quick fast with smoke you like a a zig zag your bitch dad said your a misshap sick n tired of da chitchat I got demons they taught witchcraft get back before your bitch bitch slapped get your baby mamma kids kidnapped your just a big back eating all the kids kit kats it's a bit sad when you gotta ask where your dick at you talking big smack you outa invest in a chinstrap all that shit in your mouth welp you better invest in some tic tacs its just big facts when I say your a bitchass if you want dat beef im at the kickback if in not there. im where the bricks at where's roach where my clips at nine on da side all the time hip strapped big facts your a bitch trash I loved making a song about your bitchass your breath stinks like shit tic tacs I'm at the kick in my mouth is prolly where her tit at nasty chick always always asking where the picks at well shit as if she with that my dick is where she sits at I bet about now your feeling a bit sad your marriage prolly never fix dat if you wonder who did that not me I was home sipping a six pack since back your always where the pigs at admit that everyone wonders where your spits at it's a bit trash it's facts between your legs where the splits at