ballin like i’m bron shit ain’t no con spittin like dc the don fuck you bitch Mow the lawn got 12 racks in my bed house too small gotta live in the shed you so mad that yo face got red sleepin on the couch ain’t in the bed go to school like i’m ned breakfast but i was never fed get good kid take off the lid place a bid fuck these bitches in the new whip when she come by only getting the tip right after she gon give sum lip talking shit never quit wanna dip fuck this bitch left so fast always last she da past had a good laugh cut that shit in half boutta dash boutta crash feel my wrath fuck these bitches on the low my 40 yard dash always gonna be slow from the simpsons i’m mo throwing the ball like i’m joe america’s got talent and they gave me a no back on this beat hot like the heat bitches want the meat only let them greet but we fuckin in the sheets got bread only wheat feelin like a kid spittin on this shit grams gonna knit smoking all this dank fade-away only bank in bed finna wank damn bitch you really stank walking out the door fell from the top floor better come get yo bitch cuz she is a whore just tryin score when i leave this track you better call it wack finna break the glass like i’m motherfuckin shaq