. I remember when Lil bro found some crack and sold it to auntie shell . Grew up in them trenches abandoned houses we was in them . From house party’s to hide go get it to setting that bitch to a club house . Summertime it was own could never catch me home . 10yrs old holding my own like I was grown . 40inch bundles bone straight I make momma smile that’s all that matter . Niggas don’t fuck with me and I don’t fuck with them . You a lil freaky mf on me pussy to good he ate up all week. Count that Lil cash bitch you giving broke bitches hope . Like free ass when a nigga dropped the soap . I’m the best rapper I know . Some of you nigga need to pay your momma to swallow your ass. He say I’m so pretty look like your favorite filter . Work hard just to come home and relax like I don’t hit know job . Boy bye we ain’t even in the same Tax bracket. I’m a grown ass woman pay my own bill a nigga IG he want me to speak. And if that nigga still alive that mean he broke he ain’t getting money . Dam I ain’t pack a pad ( fuck ) fuck nigga why you mad ? You can’t fire me I’m the boss bitch . I’m a cute bitch and I’m excited about it . Poor as nigga can’t even ride bulletproof . That’s why yo momma had one ugly ass daughter. Could never be mad . Happy Father’s Day guys I almost forgot I don’t have a daddy so it easily to forget . I was 19 he was bad news . You a smart criminal or cop . Security stability success fuck the rest . If you see me fighting a roach help the roach Ho . One day burden is enough for one day . Big F ( fendi) on my shirt like it’s fathers Day . I got a lot rich nigga problems. Gary kids know how to pray . Blood don’t make you related loyalty do . That’s the type shit that I live for . Seeing gangsta niggas cry because they a die for they brothers and blood don’t make you family . I like real niggas the vibes be genuine so cheers to all my real niggas Like PAC and Boosie Bo . Chillin on the beach in McQueen sandals . Bond number 9 candle help me relax when I’m smoking . Light up my weed in front of the police . Crazy mf is what they all called me . I was the Lil fast girl with the gold chain on black tee and with my dasi dukes on twerking to my favorite luke song . I couldn’t fuck the bitch wasn’t realer then my last bitch . I ain’t sitting in a dark room with some strippers unless I’m watching Mr. Diamonds dancing . Remember alley hooping in the hood . The last person should be the most prepared of them all