[[POINT 1 INTRO]]

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
This is my album, I do what I want
Fuck all you bitches, you think that you matter
But you don't, and you never will
How you feel?
How you feel?
How you feel?
Record deal
How you feel?
Bitch, it's real
This album, it's real
You broke, you can't even buy a meal
Chill (Haha)

[Chorus]
Suckin' on my dick, you better move away
Bitch, you lame
Got no fame, got no aim
In this shit, you're to blame (You're to blame, uh)
But, again, how you feel with that record deal? How you feelin'?
Suckin' that dick for some money
I think that shit is so funny
Hahaha, so funny
Scummy you

[Verse 2]
Takin' it in the back, you a dummy
I look at your fit, and I think that it's bummy
Yuh, but I ain't done, you a copy, a kid like one my sons
I forgot what I said, check point one
I'm eating her like a snack and she's yummy
I'm lookin' outside
And I see that it's sunny
Yuh, you ain't got no money
But I don't care, I ain't donе
Don't go nowhere, bitch, get into my trunk (Ah)

[Interlude]
Hеy, how are you?
Are you having a good day? Me too
I have an idea
You want me to play some tunes?

[Verse 3]
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't know what to say about you
How true is it that you suck dick daily?
Bitch, I make songs daily
Skipping all my classes, failing
Barely alive
Bitch, I'ma drunk drive
Yeah, I'm chillin' out here
You eatin' dinner for five

[Chorus]
Suckin' on my dick, you better move away
Bitch, you lame
Got no fame, got no aim
In this shit, you're to blame (You're to blame, uh)
But, again, how you feel with that record deal? How you feelin'?

[Verse 3]
I don't know what to say about you
How true is it that you suck dick daily?
Bitch, I make songs daily
Skipping all my classes, failing
Barely alive
Bitch, I'ma drunk drive
Yeah, I'm chillin' out here
You eatin' dinner for five

[Outro]
Yeah, you're a bitch
I don't care
Kill a bitch, yuh
That's the intro