Sippin' on this yak, got my tummy fucked up

Now I'm pouring deuces of juice in my cup

I been off that two plus two double up

I Feel like Cardi B, you put it up, now this shit stuck

I just rolled this blunt and I'm gone face it

I hate ****, why you always in my face, bitch

I hate these ****, why I'm always on my apeshit

I can't fuck with all these ****, like I'm racist

I don't wanna talk, I'm just worried bout my bands

You ain't about your pape ****, you is not my mans

Turn him triple X, you know I'm bout my revenge

How could I be scared, I got this knock up in my hand

I don't wanna talk, I'm just worried bout my bands

You ain't about your pape ****, you is not my mans

Turn him triple X, you know I'm bout my revenge

How could I be scared, I got this knock up in my hand