Not Wanted

I can't go outside for less than five

I need K's after O's like you're telling me its okay

I can't get a ride I gotta drive

I can't get it up unless you're seasoned like some Old Bay

I'm talkin to my old bae yuh she said she wanna dome me up

I think that she a terrorist the way she wanna blow me up

I'm old school like a Nokia but I can't fuck with phoney fucks

You'd think I was a huntin **** the way I'm gon' hold these bucks

Sad, I know I got em mad

They feel it when I win(d)

Like they caught in a draft

Bitch don't blow me up

I don't wanna chat

I'm on a war path

I'm going Baghdad

I'm back up on yo ass

Six, Six, Six

I shift it into 6th

The engine sounding pissed

If you look away you miss, miss, miss

These bitches say they miss me

You shoulda never dissed me

Now I'm in the big league

You got me swinging for the fence

I hope you take offense

You stupid and you dense

It's dollars to some cents

This shit don't make no sense

This shit don't make no

This shit don't make no

Why would I stay where I know I'm not wanted

How could you flaug it

I could not be haunted

You delusional, hoe so exhausted

Rather hit the road, tell em taste my exhaust yeah

I got Becky on the line, I got friends tryna grind

I got **** tryna win, give a fuck about a 10 or a 9

Yeah I'm certified, sublime

I'm not wasting any time

Put that bitch up in the trash, going up I gotta climb

Split, split, split

She used to do the splits

But I think we need to split

She ain't doing nothing for my chips

My chip, my cheddar, my cheese, my bread

My bread, I need that shit right here

I need that shit off rip

Work, Work, I'm all about my work

That shit is so overt

Can't stop i'm on a spurt

When I'm done I hit the skrrt

Then I go talk to a clerk

And you try to subvert

But I had to disperse

Look it's not easy

If I said I don't wan' leave would you believe me

Would you get your act together or just appease me

But you don't owe me nothing, so I can't ask you to change if you can't read me

You left me bleeding

But I love the pain, it teach me thangs, you bitch

Receeding, I'm fleeting, but we can have a meeting

Just me and you and Ling Ling

I'm sorry it ain't stick

Why would I stay where I know I'm not wanted

How could you flaug it

I could not be haunted

You delusional, hoe so exhausted

Rather hit the road, tell em taste my exhaust yeah

I got Becky on the line, I got friends tryna grind

I got **** tryna win, give a fuck about a 10 or a 9

Yeah I'm certified, sublime

I'm not wasting any time

Put that bitch up in the trash, going up I gotta climb