Bitch, I don't need you, one slip-up, you fired (Damazin Beats)

Count a sixty in her face to remind her

She said money don't impress her, she a liar

But shit, fuck it, I was just gon' try to buy her (Fuck it)

Miss my head hunter, this one lame **** wifed her

I'm sick, I can't lie, that neck was fire

Hoes that was mean all the sudden got nicer

Big thirty hangin' on the pole like a flyer (Ayy)

Racks in these Amiris got these bitches fittin' tighter, huh

Put a bag on your head like a hiker

Shout out Swan, he a fool with that rider

Testin' cards, I just swiped my son a box of diapers

Catch a body, then I'm stabbin' off, Michael Myers (Skrrt)

She suckin' dick for hours, this might be an all-nighter (All night)

You brag about shit I did as a minor (Lil' ****)

On the road strapped up like a biker (I'm strapped)

Tryna get in hoes' head, I don't wanna fuck 'em (Good)

I know she don't love me, she just wanna bubble

Caught an opp, he tried to shake my hand, he ain't want no trouble (Hah)

Beat his goofy ass, I ain't wanna bust him (Pussy)

Yeah, I want the whole script, I don't just want a couple (Get 'em all)

And I know you middleman, now give your bro my number

Five-six, know the meaning of this shit

Gettin' chauffeured, you can't see me through the tint

Fresh as dog shit and I ain't even take a pic

I apologize, I ain't mean to take your bitch, huh (Sorry)

Say when she leave me, she wish she could take my dick, ayy

But she can't even take my dick (Ayy), ayy

She said, "Can we take a trip?" Yeah

Do you got your L's? Alright, bet, this gon' be lit

Make it back, we gon' be rich, bet whatever on the six

Happy birthday, know they wish that they could blow because I'm lit, ayy

My dawg Rollie blew out like your bitch pussy

These **** hoes like they big sisters (Hoes)

Love my Glock and her twin sister (I do)

Bitch asked me where I been, told her gettin' to it (Gettin' to it)

My dawg said I'm big G.O.A.T., not just with the music

You can listen to these ****, tell they been influenced

Got the brain from a college fan, but the bitch was stupid

Record label tryna take my soul, your bitch beat him to it

Hah, you know good and well (You know goddamn well)

They gon' keep runnin' in your people crib, all you rap about is juggs and scams, ayy, huh, ayy

Just ate good off a ham, I'm 'bout full as hell, huh, ayy

Forgot I was gettin' head, this Netflix movie good as hell, huh, ayy

And I punched that too, ayy

If you ain't gang, don't trust me, I'll jugg you (I will)

Heard your dawg in the 'spital, hope he pull through

Your other mans ain't make it, aww, boohoo (Aww)

I'm sick about it, we was tryna whack you too

He sick about every time he go on YouTube

I'm sick I kinda miss it, she said, "I bet you do," huh

I'm thinkin' now you got me on some kind of voodoo, huh

I fix your problem with this tool since your screws loose

These hoes y'all pay to fuck pay to fuck me

Online shoppin' with my bitch, she like, "Punch these" (I got these)

Whacked a broke opp ****, thought he had some money

Until I punched the donation to his GoFundMe (Ayy)

Bitch, knock it off, your **** soft as hell, trust me (Ayy, trust me)

Probably beat your ass at the crib, but he won't touch me (At all)

It be the ones hatin' actin' like they love me

Ain't givin' passes like I ain't have time to study

But did my homework, whipped the stick out like I'm musty

Red bottoms, killed the whole scene, brought a Chucky

Thick bitch took a Percocet with her buddy

Bitch, stop talkin' me to death, come and suck me

Balenciagas fat as hell, get your face stomped

Put my brother on the show, I'll take a pay cut

Just jugged a lame tryna fit in with some fake Runtz, huh

Said I don't fuck with BB-dubs 'til I got ate up, huh

Ayy, ran that shit up, huh

Hit her on her work break, then bought that bitch lunch, huh

If my cousin with the opps, then he can get slumped

Big pump make a bitch jump like the hiccups

In an opp hood gettin' gas, I'm so comfortable

I just slid in your bitch DMs, she so vulnerable

Gettin' cheese, I'm a card cracker like a Lunchable

She pay me for the dick and she get spent, it's not refundable

Bitch, don't look me in my eyes while I'm fuckin' you

I ain't judgin' you, but you a nat, ain't tryna cum in you

Gettin' big bills off them pills like the Huxtables

Ayy, bitch, ayy, get to actin' dumb, huh

One rapper, five sticks like a pack of gum, huh

Pass 'em out to the team, get you whacked for nothin'

I was gon' stop her when I bust, but she was havin' fun

I open doors for these **** like a snatch and run

(I open doors for these **** like a snatch and run)

Up the pole, he thought we was finna catch the ones

Lil' bitch a kidnapper, she snatched my sons

(Damazin Beats)