Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

I slept on the floor, ain't had the luxury of mattress

Had to stretch my money like Reed Richards, I'm fantastic

Your bitch a magician, she be showin' me her hat trick

Back in special ed, I wore a helmet in my classes

That boy ran up on me and we turned that boy to ashes

Ashes, ashes, turned that boy to ashes

Your bitch suck my dick and now I'm aiming for her glasses

Used to think that mayonnaise was an instrument like Patrick

Hop up on a beat and I go IEP retarded

I don't fuck with Walmart, 'cause I always hit my target

I don't fuck with ****, so they think I'm homophobic

Ballin' on these **** like my name was Garet Poling

I was in the field, just like a nig​ger, Kunta Kinte

Knew she was a slut, I didn't listen to her friends say

I just want the top, why is you takin' all your clothes off?

Bitches shakin' ass, I fucked around and turned to Chris Ross

I just fucked a dyke and afterwards, I said, "No homo"

Your bitch suck my dick and I recorded it in slo-mo

Homie went to prison and his bitch kept tryna fuck me

I ain't even do it 'cause that bitch was kinda ugly

Okay, I'm just kiddin', she eat me up like some lunch meat

Okay, I'm just kiddin', she eat me up like a zombie

**** ran up on me, now his face on Abercrombie

I was in Moline, I didn't listen to my mommy

Ayy, didn't listen to my mommy

Didn't listen to my mommy

To my mommy

**** goin' out sad, now they be tryna beef about a bitch

Why the fuck would you trust her when you know she out here doin' dicks?

In the crib tryna lay low, I don't give a fuck about stitch

Keep sippin' on codeine, I see purple stuff when I piss

I done really came a long way from back when I was hitting licks

I done really came a long way, don't believe me? ****, ask your bitch

Don't believe me? ****, ask your bitch

**** mad that I'm lit

Spent ten days in the hospital, know the opps happy I'm sick

I was stranded in Mexico, 'cause my wristwatch called Ice

**** ain't tryna knuckle up, so that's why I gotta keep a pipe

No, my name ain't Tyrone, but I'm here to fuck a ****'s wife

No, my name ain't Joe Rogan, but I'm talkin' shit on this mic

Bitch **** tried to run down, be the last day of his life

'Member back I was so broke, every day I used to hit stains

Bitch ain't used to text back, now she fuckin' me for the fame

Fell in love with an e-girl, so I had to stop playing the game

Fell in love with an e-girl, almost made a **** go insane

Keep poppin' these Percocets, 'cause that's the only thing that ease the pain

I know she don't really love me, she be fuckin' **** for the fame

Pull up on an opp **** like, "Do you know Joy Lane?"

Huh, ridin' through East Moline, gotta keep it on me

**** tryna smoke me, yeah

Tried to fuck on Kelsey, she ran away like, "Help me"

Told her, "This ain't healthy," yeah

Huh, tried to fuck on Luna, should've did it sooner

Now she with them shooters, yeah

Huh, tried to fuck on Anny, I was off them Xannies

She ain't understand me, yeah

Tried to fuck on Abby, she be off them Addies

I can't be her daddy, yeah

No, I will not text her, ****, I'm a flexer, just like Lucas Becker, yeah (Manyo)