Bad News

I just got a bad phone call, bad news

Isolate myself, I'm headin' to the back room

Just to left some steam off, I gotta write

If I stay around all these **** in this bitch, then I'ma fight

I done fought so many times in one week, I didn't write

I been staying up late night thinkin' 'bout life

I really wanna buy you anything that you like

But do you like me or is it the fame you like?

Had a bad phone call, I heard

That my **** got done got roped off, what's the word?

Yeah, you say you ridin' and it sound like you do

But I know you ain't ridin', you be lying like you do

I know what's up with you, know I'm that **** in the streets

You wanted me stuck with you

I had a plan B and C, that's a couple too

And if B don't work, then I'm going straight to C

And if C don't work, then I'm dropping straight D

Was trying to stop switching routes, I had to retire

Fuck ****, your rap game off, already need to retire

Including you, I had so many **** trying to reach out

They ain't fuck with me but now they on they knees now, haha

Why these rap **** so funny to me?

Remember I was the underdog but now they underneath me

Ain't nobody give me shit but a cold shoulder

If I wasn't who I was today, I would've frozen over

And these bitches ain't gon' rock, they ain't go no mode

Hotboii, you should've just listened when your bros told you

Yeah, I know, yeah, I see more as I grow older

I like my bitches hot and mean, pussy with no odor

Hotboii, you got that float, boy

And you know all these **** gon' bite, you already know, boy

It's a whole lot of piranhas in the O, boy

And if this rap shit don't work, then I'm on dope, boy

I been thinkin' 'bout my future, it's been lookin' bright

FaceTime me with that pussy, what it's looking like?

If you was ridin' past a ****, you'd be trippin' right

Baby girl cut me deep with the butcher knife

Look left, then right before you cross a **** up

They gon' let this rap shit come and boss a **** up

Ho, that pussy ain't too tight with me, then I'ma need some more

Lil' green bitch, I don't know how I blessed you with a son

You asleep, I was in the booth round two somethin'

You would think I got ADHD, I'm always doing somethin'

But I wasn't doing nothin'

Countin' money while I'm doin' her

She know I'm a dog to feed a bone and I'ma chew it up

Label me abusive, 'cause I beat the clock too

Right before the buzzer, bullets fly, shell drop two

Why I gotta go hard? 'Cause I'm not you, I got to

Baby, if you hang around with thots, you a thot too

I like to beat chop screw

Just so I can feel it out yo' mama, I don't chop, boo

She just wanna kick it

Hold me down, had her holding up but she can't wait a minute

That's the same bitch, when I was hittin' it, I was staying in it

Ho, I got you litty

Don't ever forget it

Everything happens for a reason

I'ma ball out for a season