Is it me or am I trippin'?

What the fuck do a yapping 'bout? The fuck?

Too rich to go back and forth with you, can't even rent out of house

So-called opps

Make my bitch chow just fuck with 24, we still play house

My BM

My Uncle Fruit and Uncle Fattin' cut me off, If I do a song with a mouse

My Uncle

I can tell he ran out of pay because he's supposed to throw back Thursdays

He need help

It's a million get-here- stop whatever you doin', this shit here urgent

I ain't horny give a fuck about your pussy, bad bitches, BD Curven 'em I'm cool

Snake-eyed **** talkin' bout the pot and hurt the whole conversation, he ain't know I merged 'em

Walked up on a street, smelled bakara, smacked on spice, I know an opp near, East side

Why the fuck you got diamons in your mouth, you don't even brush teeth, smelled our breathe

I almost dropped tear, ugh

My first walkthrough, had 50,000, full pocket swole like Big Mir

Can't wait, Fetfox, sound first, play the background, waiting my turn, smiling ear to ear

Can't get what I'm putting down and watching my lyrics

We in the party, standing on opps switching gears

Call it relationship, one bitch, I refused 'em

Hoes from Germany, keep telling me it's like mursic

**** walk in my section with a fake ass Patek, these **** pathetic

Get him out, security got three seconds, turn him around

I ain't even tryna be messy, hurry up

No Diddy, but if I invite you to the pool party, you gotta be naked

We don't condone the baby oil, only liquor, counter pills with latest message

Fuck that thot

Mama boy ass ****, I got a hustle bar on him, name him Bob Boucher, Mama's boy

Grown ass **** too spoiled, he gets to thrown fists if he don't get his way, lil' bitch

He ain't got no gangsta in the blood, all his uncles bitches, cry baby to this day

I'm fresh as fuck, every time you, see me, don't get it confused, you catch four to the face, head to toe

My generation don't stand on shit, I stand on morals and principles like back in the day

Like huh? I wanna expose some of these rappers, they all be cappin' I'm feeling like Ye

Is it me or am I trippin'?

What the fuck do a yapping 'bout? The fuck?

Too rich to go back and forth with you, can't even rent out of house

So-called opps

Make my bitch chow just fuck with 24, we still play house

My BM

My Uncle Fruit and Uncle Fattin' cut me off, If I do a song with a mouse

My Uncle

I can tell he ran out of pay because he's supposed to throw back Thursdays

He need help

It's a million get-here- stop whatever you doin', this shit here urgent

I ain't horny give a fuck about your pussy, bad bitches, BD Curven 'em I'm cool

Snake-eyed **** talkin' bout the pot and hurt the whole conversation, he ain't know I merged 'em