Im gon belly rip a muthafucking faggot and why these bitches hating like they want that static

My **** fucked yo bitch that shit is hella tragic I can’t fw nun you musty pussy maggots I ain’t from Orlando but I got the magic brother packing tools like inspector gadget me and kilo on that shit like clank and ratchet it’s about to get ugly ain’t no beauty pageant I’m taking **** souls pot full of gold doing what I want y doing what u told I’m whipping whipping cooking in the kitchen if a **** talking ima catch I’m slipping ima put em to sleep Putting in overtime every fucking week a **** really tired I wanna live sweet tired of Raymond noodles every other week I hopped in the field like some new belly cleats you got the codes but I got the cheats Im gettinlg paid to disturb all these beats this is what happens when a hurricane and tornado meet im the son of rage and I’m bout blow like a 12 gage this the new age this a revelation you now see a young king in the making throne is open it is mine for the taking im making shit happen now these **** show love instead of hating

Where was y’all when I put in work

You wasn’t with me man that shit is sad

Overtime on my bday gave everything i fucking had

Shirt that was sitting on my back

When I called you didn’t call back

Now I’m winning and you peep that

Fuck that where was you at