Spittin’ sick and ridiculous, so vicious with it
Bibbles is the kid that cums on nipples and dips
He’s the shit
Don’t believe it?
Suck a dick
I don’t care… never have and never will
Smokin’ and drinkin’, bitch we still
Poppin’ on some pills, that’s the Ritalin
Adderall, Acetaminophen
If I’m bein’ honest, I’m not crazy ‘bout the pills
Because I have way too much shit to do on this planet still
If I die, then it’s out of my own will
Shout out to Rocky, I’m just tryna keep it trill
True and real, that’s just how I feel
Every once in a while I reminisce when I would deal
Flippin’ weed, hella money, gettin’ green
That pussy be firе, oh word, to the supplier, that’s me! Oh!
Makin’ cheese from the trees… that doesn’t make sense
You should be makin’ the stationery, but I’m doin’ that too motherfucker cuz stationery is paper
Google it, it’s a synonym
I’m intelligent
Unemployment!
Doin’ hella shrooms in my room, check behind me right now, it’s Bruce, what a douche
What an attitude that motherfucker has, but he’s so god damn lucky that K Bibbles is his dad
That’s me! I guess I have a son, maybe 3?
Treat ‘em like a lease… give ‘em one full year, then peace!
That’s terrible… I’d never do that
If K Bibbles ever found out he had a kid he’d be a good dad
Hella rad but my kid wouldn’t be a hood rat
Only crack he’d ever whack would be a hoe bag
Actin’ no fag
I’m incorrect and you’re upset, go check your gonads
It’s pretty funny, nose is running, you are so mad
Finna go laugh, come try and find me I’m a nomad
Vanlife ‘till I can go and buy a dope pad
So tough to find a dope hoe that isn’t always actin’ like she’s on the fuckin’ rag, so sad
Why are you so mad all the time?
You’re with me, come on baby
You should be happy, I’m K Bibbles!
You love me
But I don’t love you back
Every single bitch I’ve ever fucked with is whack – god damn
That’s an aggressive statement
I’ve been with some really dope chicks
But some are Satan
Like the second to last
God damn, what a batch of trash
Crazy bitch, fucked my life up, for a bit