B!Tch

Yuh yuh Boutta go stupid Shout out N Game on the beat That's me Let's go I get bolder by the second Bitch lemme teach you a lesson Watch me pen in these sentences Still you might never get it I build up my leverage Deal with a death wish Assemble my troops Then we cook em in seconds I gave em the boot Truths in the movements They be talking bad behind my back Like I'm stupid I am just the new kid Tryna get a fuckin bag bitch Ain't gonna pass on the action Back w the bat shit Smackin the ass out the fabric Packin the bong on her mattress Think I heard a fat bitch I put the games in the past tense Ima pass on the captions Passed all the sad shit A killer made to react How I go so hard with my soul intact Its passive Its just the game of attraction The fate is in the ashes This shit was always meant to happen With the flow so cold The bars so hard The beat so big It blew my speakers to Some dozens of pieces I couldn't believe it I'm runnin from my demons Momma didn't raise a trackstar Didn't mean to go off the deep end I got a black heart A deal with the devil Trail blazing Like its nascar Whipe that lil smile off your face boi Playin with greatness Man fuck a piece I think I'm boutta take the whole cake Messing w my old ways That was just the old days I went insane Tryna make a fuckin name like Whoa shit Fuck my image Yall don't really know the kid Just the gimmick Yall won't really hold my soul over writtens Cause I'm bold in the raps But kosher with incentive Shit I'm done with the bullshit Cracking the bullwhip Little momma got insulted All these bitches is repulsive if I'm being honest (Upstate New York) How's a potty trained adult stay shittin on em Oh shit That's another bitch lost to the game For my gain W her pause on my waist like Woah bitch You fuckin wish you could hate the kid But I've had this shit Bag my shit Plus the bars are what I major in Fake shit Fake bars I live it Cheap cars like civic Fake rocks like Plymouth woah Woah bitch Get the fuck off my dick Or you might get bit like Im tryna give a little insight From a nympho never cold All these writtens really blowin out the dome Bitch I really want the smoke Shit I could never get too much but You'd think I'd prolly stop if I gave a fuck Couldn't wait for luck My game went up Faster than all the whackest matters Passin my name for fun Like Shit Karate chop to his bladder Splattering bloodstain in patterns Perfectly pushin me to pop off After the fact Don't gimme that Bitch I'm a new man I still wear pajamas And my manager is 2 hands You gotta know what it feel like to follow the truth And the truth is This been comin for a couple of minutes Bitch Steady grillin in the crib (Hot) Catch me cookin w a bib Some life in my eyes when I roll that spliff Never gonna drop cause I love this shit Uh Bar for bar Call it pound for pound The kid a heavyweight I'll die yellin fuck this town The day I make it the same I'm smackin everybody who doubted me After alla this you still really clownin me Shit I guess the world go around Bro