Verse:1

I get no bitches

It is my mission

To roll up in mensions

And get the attention

From all these snob hoes

Snorting the blow

And blowing my load in the snow

Making those bricks

And roll up with sticks

Pull up on bitches

In little tikes bikes

Pick up the dykes

With nikes in my hand

Play no games

Like earl and toe jam

Gold on my dick

And gold on my wrist

Playdoe all on your bitches fat tits

Cop the new kicks

Got The new balance

All this money

Your bitch can’t account it

I’m pounding this pussy

I’m making it mushy

Making squirt like fruit gushers shooting

Grabbing the uzi

You pussies can’t lose it

I’m hot like the mantle

I’m lit like a candle

Emo as fuck

I’m wearing a flannel

J’s on my hands

I slap like a rubberband

Can’t ever tan

I’m white as some paper

I zap like a taser

Coping the glue and I’m huffing it later

Sending nudes

To Christmas tunes

I’m sick as fuck I got the flu

Slaughter ass you got no clue

Sneeze out money (achoo)

Out of the blue

I come in with the news

That anime bitches are now looney tunes

Short as shit I can not shoot hoops

Dick so skinny it can twirl hoola hoops

Hop out the blue

Up in the booth

With a new Bentley coop

On my wrist 80

On my wrist 100

All these fat hoes looking like dumplings

I’m running and fumbling all of this cash

Shooting my cum inside anime ass

Blasting a lot and I’m leaving them drenched

(And when I said 100 and 80 I was talking cents)

Yeah

I Stay jarrying

When I Milly rock while parking

Spicy hoe be like curry

Through up money like it’s flurry

(Yeah Flex flex flex Offf ToPic)