**** keep playing with me.

Bitches keep playing with me.

She slammed that coochie on the ground like it’s a bag of ice. Bitch, I’m shitting on your man, you ain’t got bragging rights. All these **** rapping lies, that’s why they rap alike. They don’t tell young **** to get some money, they say crack a pint. I woke up to twelve bands like grand rising. Bitch, you bad, let me make your pops a grandfather. When I feel played, I start to feel rash , fuck everybody. They think ‘cause I’m humble I won’t up this bitch and terrorize them.

Yeah, this bitch a heathen but I made her bless the bottle. We don’t do Teremana, Don Don , my reposado. I ain’t gotta tell her do that, she gon’ do it every time. Hit my wood, she damn near died; pussy good, she wear a bonnet. Z in jail on GTL, Killer fighting CPN. All right, bitch, if you ain’t trying to listen, I’m leaving then. I don’t gotta talk, that’s the difference between me and them. But I’ll really get back in that mode and get to tweaking shit.

Yeah, huh, it’s time to switch the flow. I ain’t tripping on no hoe.

Hmm, shit, I damn near forgot I was me. They must think I won’t get back in that mode, obviously. I’ve been chilling but my **** pushing on crime in the D. Walk down, watching you bleed with your shirt washing machine. Huh, I ain’t never try to compete, so how did all my idols become a rival to me? They want me to lose so bad, got **** grinding they teeth.

They all might say mean shit, but it’s not what I mean. I’m working on myself — fuck the mix, I don’t care for it. Real **** rare, like a white boy get his hamburger. Ghetto rich ****, you can still catch me at El Jorgi’s. Fat ****, Biggie Smalls, I got bitches fan-girling. Your broke ass think having jewelry matter — you can have it. I’m rich and I don’t want no kit, that shit be losing value.

You go broke, I play catch with your ho, she throw that coochie at me. I’m so generous, after I hit this bitch, you can have it. If you play me, I don’t hate you, I don’t want revenge. You tricked yourself out a good **** so you slow as hell. **** slimy, I can peep it in they body language. I’m tired of favors — why do these **** feel obligated?

I’m hip to that little shit you think you got away with. My bitch trying to turn me on, she put on lingerie. Play with me, you gon’ hear that sound effect. You caught that body out of fear, that is not a hat. Huh, I don’t chase hoes, all these **** ran through them. I’m finna cuff a Canadian bitch in Vancouver. Deactivate my page, now It say Instagram user. Make a bitch bite the bean like we playing BeanBoozled.