Lyrics
For the last three weeks, I ain't been thinkin' 'bout no rap
Fightin' with my kids, bitch, I'm in the trap
Freaky-ass bitch talkin' 'bout she can make it clap
Heard you put her on the road, the bitch never came back
**** still shootin' houses up, fuck you aimin' at?
**** act like they don't like me, asked him do he wanna fight
My side bitch tryna make me leave my main bitch
Throwin' fits when I ask her what she smokin', lame shit
Hit a bitch and disappear on some David Blaine shit
Big SB in this bitch, yeah, that's who I came with
**** out here playin' tough, know they sweet as hell
Give a fuck about your boyfriend, their **** weak as hell
Pulled a turnaround and bumped into the plug at Taco Bell
VVSs in my shit, these **** wearin' moissanites
I'm Jonboi to you, but to these hoes, I'm Dolomite
Choke a bitch up, she say I'm wrong, but I know I'm right
Born January 23, bitch, I feel like Mike
Like Jordan, Tyson, Jackson, it don't matter, bitch
Left that dirty bitch alone, went and got a badder bitch
Lobster and steak, Chun Li feed me grapes
Sold dope in real life, bad hoes in real life
You ain't foolin' us, we know that ain't real ice
You ever lost everything? I know what it feel like
Thank God I was tapped in in real life
Pop three Perc 10s, pill life
In the crib big as hell, Uncle Phil life
My Florida hoes don't smoke weed, all they want is real white
I ain't new to this shit, I been up the hill twice
Big SB in this bitch show you how to ball right
Thuggin' in them halls right, came up, had a hard life
Middle man fuckin' it up, payin' tax on y'all price
Spinnin' bitches left and right, ain't pickin' up the phone, right?
Spinnin' bitches left and right, pickin' up the—
Written by: Johnathan Burt
