MY SHIT

I know some bitches who ain't wanna fuck back then

But now I'm up, what's the difference?

I know I'm gifted

But it ain't Christmas

Well she ain't listen

And this bitch is broke as fuck

Can't pay attention

Let's go

Pape FC

I took the money

And nicknamed it chicken

Hit the skatepark

But this bitch confused me

I ain't trickin

In the kitchen with my crocs

Fuck that shit

I aint slippin

Want the pussy she could leave

And I bet I won't miss it

If my dick touch her teeth

Then her lips I won't kiss em

If my bro fucked up

Guaranteed that I'll go get 'em

We ain't have to run the team

We like Steve Kerr and Pippen

All these bitches on us

And we didn't have to pimp them

Whew whew whew

whew whew whew

I'm tired

This bitch fuck me good

She need a job

And she's hired

And you got on Fear Of God

I got on My Shit

And I'm flyer

Runnin laps around these ****

Got me fucking tired

I know some bitches who ain't wanna fuck back then

But now I'm up, what's the difference?

I know I'm gifted

But it ain't Christmas

Well she ain't listen

And this bitch is broke as fuck

Can't pay attention

Let's go

Pape FC

I took the money

And nicknamed it chicken

Hit the skatepark

But this bitch confused me

I ain't trickin

In the kitchen with my crocs

Fuck that shit

I aint slippin

Want the pussy she could leave

And I bet I won't miss it