Lyrics
All I'm saying is that like
How are you gonna claim to be some type of thug or gangster and you're fucking ticklish
Who the fuck you know like me?
I got beats. I got bars
I got heat for your jaw and your preacher in awe
My **** where the fuck your bitch at?
My **** A.N.T. Curved that hoe like three times
How did you miss that? Miles fucked that **** BLANK bitch for real
Y'all still worry bout a list for real. Y'all need to get a life and chill for real
Fore we get is stepping down on your clique for fun shit
We the type of **** you invite to the function and
Pray that they at the function and look to realize that we was never
Popping at your function. You're lame. **** live they whole dream career in 2k
You a bum broke-ass **** not cause of circumstance. You a remedial ****
You got a bummy stance
Chasing hella bitches for the dopamine
You'll "never need a ****"
You'll "never need a ****" like
You a lame little **** yeah you lame
You a lame little **** yeah you lame
You a lame little **** yeah you lame
You a lame little **** like you lame
You a lame little **** like you lame
You a lame little **** like you lame
You a lame little **** like you lame
You a lame little **** like you lame
**** think they Bruce Wayne
**** think they Robin
**** think they Batman **** stop it
Written by: Paris Houston
