[Intro: Robb Bank$ & Cadie Campbell]

Sure

Happy, happier

[Verse: Robb Bank$]

I'm back up in this thing with your bitch all on my dick

From Tuesday through Sunday I'm running through your crib

Cut the veins off that tree right and smoke it to a clip

Skinny nigga shit, I keep that gold up in your bitch

Pussy niggas catch a bad one, your mixtape only good to ash on

And you still trynna figure out my 4th bar?

Fuck nigga, it's a Magnum

A deal, I still don't got that

My ex is still on call back

And shit just gon' get worse, so I whip that hearse and my bitch wear all black

It's a difference

And niggas still don't know that behind the scenes, on the mouth that they be kissing

They ain't finna tell you what they 'bout to get into

Bitch 'bout to leave for college come winter, so

Tell me where I fit in

VIP parties, ones you can't get in

The way her new man's staring at my new bitches

Counting all this new money, singing 'bout these old women (sure)

I mean everything except the last part

Took the pain away and shit I probably wouldn't ask for it

I'm long gone when niggas need someone to turn to

All my freetime goes to a Lily Thai (?), it acts just like a Squirtle

Might as well cop the pack from the way that I'm coppin' loosies

And she hold the pop kiss like the end of a Disney movie

And I'm casting for a porno where the actors don't charge me

My protagonist's a Misty looking bitch, screaming "star me!"

I let her catch my pokeballs, but if she didn't notice me

I still got shones wanting to be Misty to my Togepi

Now tell me how much flashbacks your ass just got

I bet you feel violated like I blew up your spot

You see I know your every thought, you a simple ass nigga

And that's real you lil' bitch, I can't get no cash with you

I cure my cottonmouth with that prometh and codeine

And when I'm with my goon friends just act like you don't know me

That paisely pullover, hood on, like I stole it

I got 1 beer, and 2 loosies, I promise that I'm golden

Is it wrong that my old shit sound like today's new shit?

I done rapped about my hair and my clothes, that shit stupid

I done rapped and lived about all that you ever dreamt it nigga

And only 17 years, so who's better nigga?

I'm y'all's evolved form, but you act like you don't wan' believe that shit

Scraight like that, first paycheck, first thing I copped was 2 sets of 6

Never been too persuasive, exes leave and needin' replacements

And if you fuck niggas is listening, I'm begging you don't say shit

'Fore you make a nigga mask up like you contagious

Or like we starring in Contagion, nigga

(Happy)

And all these hoes want boyfriends, when the last thing I need is more ties

Got no more time to myself, living all these separate lives

I take a side and let the smoke out and the air waves

I'm with a red bone, on an airplane

And all of this was daydreams, but I took my mental health day

And I'm smoking in front of children, loitering in front of your building

With your girl, 8 inches deep

Missionary, (praying) hoping I feel shit

My old bitch all on my mind, I'm thinking== back when shit was so easy

Lately I'm starting to question myself, like she wasn't in the wrong to just up and leave me

But this song ain't for her, I ain't gon' give her that pleasure

I wonder if her new nigga giving her any pleasure

It's whether the world gon' listen to a nigga right now or later

'Till then, I got a bitch that's like my creative player

And she live out in Jamaica boy, that's my lil' thing

She put that lime in the coconut, prometh in a Ting

And I'm all off instincts, no thinking, just acting

Prolly why she like me, aspiring to be an actress

Boy, I had went through them chapters, now that shit is done

I'm buying houses, ask that realtor if I could pay her income

Knock the cherry out the blunt, right before I clip it

Slice the cherry in your bitch, I roll a bliz and then I'm dippin'

I been bumping too much of that rubberband business

If I said it, then I meant it

OBP until the ending, bitch

Yea if I said it then I meant it nigga, OBP until the ending nigga

If I said it then I meant it bitch, sure sure sure.. sure

(SS in this shit, I fuck your bitch, all my niggas get it how we live

Run through your crib, I'll take your grip, mo'fucka get it how you live)

Yea, get it how you live

Get it how you live

Fuck nigga, get it how you live

Get it how you live

(Skinny young nigga and I'm finer than my bitch

I'm in the bathroom of your condo, not wiping after I piss, bitch)

After I piss, bitch

All on my dick, bitch

Yea, not wiping after I piss, bitch

I leave your crib, and your bitch still all on my dick, bitch