r n b

this ain't some r and b shit y'all my bitch skini about to drop the mike on y'all so technically it's a rap something this bitch be talking shit baby me I got new permits I tossing drugs on the streets this bitch old school she making sweets pull up with my new Ferrari taking my shit to from glory to glory this is my territory I make the rules make the moves you ain't no smooth side chick counting defeat is nothing but weak make sure you hold on to your new routine cuz baby I'm coming back like eighteen My money spread fast like I'm Billy hope you've been chilling bitch cuz I'm riding down a train of sarcasm And your brain ain't reaching maximum