ay yo broski this is not a diss but if you feel a certain way, then the shoe fits they still acting like my friend, but drip sauce had to dip catch me lackin on the grass, now all dem snakes gon hiss im sorry that your girl, wanna suck my tip i only tried to comfort her, the comfort got to real my words hit to hard, like she done popped a pill now shes drowning in a pool full of cum, she cant deal oh my god chill, i finna get a mill watch me in the next 3 years, you gon wish we were peas in a pot, no drop top fuck the cops and my opps niggas tried to rob me got it back and thats on God thats on stone, on the phone styrafoam, need a throne of my own, with out a loan so i can flex on these hoes with their iPhone fours and rockstar clothes while they getting jiggy with lil Simba while still dating on my bros i cant deal with shit like this i played you dominoes keep your chick within five feet of me otherwise there's a show and you know we dont condone situations on our own if i break up with a girl its never through the phone theres something you gotta learn all these hoes gon just gove hope in twenty sixteen i was more famous than i looked fast forward twenty seventeen i had all these bitches shook twenty eighteen i was in a boarding school read books twenty nineteen i left and started school