yizzy 158

This is godlike when Im on the mic Hard life spittin bars is like shit is on sight when the stars align, broke as hell get ya card declined up in columbine hittin concubines wit the donk behinds goin bonkers yikes she was on my line tryna fall in love who am I judge ima spank them buns sippin on sum wine try that on for size can't criticize leave u calm at night cuz like nickle nine ima give u vibes to make u visualize this form of mine/ Whether wrong or rite alotta simple guys in this fickle life catch a missile dikes n everybody else in that way of life catch a civil crime n it ain't for spite/ Her thing is tight so I lay the pipe like a plumber then put her to slumber no need for her number cuz bitches be dumber than dumb n dull as a butterknife, her body as hot as a summer night she prolly gon gossip n mutter twice/ These chickens be toxic n void of the logic they need to be honest like sudden vice, I be running this beat like a set of dice if u betting on yizzy to tell ya twice forgetting that he ain't no damn device u be setting like phones betta get it rite/