[LYRICS]
Smoking on my joint
Why my bitch is finna OD
I don’t wanna talk
I got money by my lonely
Just get to the point, Bitch
You are not my homie
Just because I pipe her good
This bitch think that she know me
Back up hoe,
I know you could never hold me
Got too many problems
Imma problem you’ll expose me
Butchu know
I’ll bring you weed
If you keep that shit lowkey
Finna diee too young
Feeling like I’m Kobe
Up a couple choppers
Finna switch up on his story
See in all black
White whip With the brodies
Wishy with my watchlist
They won’t find my stolie
Copper busting back You know for him this shit is OV
Steady on my bricks
White witch on my wishlist
Goth bitch big tits
What I want for Christmas
Imma give her dick
Unless she Interrupt my business
Bitch I am recording
So we don’t go back to trenches
In the booth, spit my shit
She sent me an image
I don’t give a fuck about
A pic up with em slit wrists
Feeling like I’m Gucci mane
I’m 2006 switch
Back up to her kia
This bitch taking 80 inches
I font give a fuck about
Her man or what he rented
All up in her guts
Got me feeling like I’m grimace
Get it? Milkshake
Now this bitch down with the sickness
Think I’m scitzsophrinic
Cuz she just said she a figment
Smoking on my joint
Why my bitch is finna OD
I don’t wanna talk
I got money by my lonely
Just get to the point, Bitch
You are not my homie
Just because I pipe her good
This bitch think that she know me
Back up hoe,
I know you could never hold me
Got too many problems
Imma problem you’ll expose me
Butchu know
I’ll bring you weed
If you keep that shit lowkey
Finna diee too young
Feeling like I’m Kobe
Up a couple choppers
Finna switch up on his story
See in all black
White whip With the brodies
Wishy with my watchlist
They won’t find my stolie
Copper busting back You know for him this shit is OV
Smoking on my joint
Why my bitch is finna OD
I don’t wanna talk
I got money by my lonely
Just get to the point, Bitch
You are not my homie
Just because I pipe her good
This bitch think that she know me
[END OF LYRICS]