Blat!

[Verse]
Tapping it off in the middle
All of my devices operatin
This relation consists of the middle
So just shut up, I'm poppin' a pimple
Yeah, yeah, I got what all's like, what
Look, me know you fat, yeah
You know you livin' in racks

Usin' the make-away flask And the boy used to get up, takin' a bath
My boy used to fall on floor like a week's worth, man
Feel like I ain't ever met her in fact
Yeah, bitch, tell her I was a six-pack mustache

Yeah, look, boy, that's the note he was asking
He lookin' inside me, ass
Lord, I just been talkin' to him
Tell him, talkin' to him

You know that she's finna fail, yeah
Cause I go back to the trail, yеah
I don't know about all this jail, yeah
Come on, look, boy, you got mail, yeah

Talking about all thе grills, yeah
You can't stop seein' mail, yeah
You know that this is not for sale, yeah
So come on, let's start speaking out, yeah

You know that I've been around since hell, yeah
That's what all these rookies feel, yeah
Come on, now, let's find you a girl, yeah
Family just ain't on the scale, yeah

People just move like a snail, yeah
Started bitchin' with the wheels, yeah
Money more than enough to kill, yeah
Got more than nothin' in this mail, yeah

Niggas need more details, yeah
When I breathe, I inhale, yeah
Breathin' out, I exhale, yeah
I don't feel no tails, yeah
[Outro]
She just wants to say that
You have to say goodbye now