Half Off

[Verse 1: Mastercard2k]
Police looking through my window, I can't even jack off
I ain't ever wearing designer jeans unless that shit is half off
That bitch at least 300 pounds, I'ma tell that bitch to back off
IPhone methods still hitting bitch, that shit boutta blast off
Brodie gave my ass a pound, call that shit a hand off
Latina mama throw it in the circle, that's a dance off
Shawty she gon' get to work the second that my pants off
I don't want the pussy but I think that's why my mans wants
I think that's what my mans wants
I don't want the pussy cause I'm young, rich, and handsome
Boy I gotta get it, you know I'm running all these bands up
If brodie got a line we gon' pour it in the Fanta
If we running in the spot, you know that shit is do or die
Had a couple moments, Mastercard was thinking suicide
All I know is struggle, but I'm chilling bitch, I usеd to cry
They been saying Mastercard is cancellеd, I'll let you decide
I feel like Demi Lovato, I'm high as a bitch
I'm the real hood favorite but I'm not Jay Critch
How the fuck you walk into Popeyes and order fish
Everyone on Twitter sucking each other's dicks
You couldn't walk a mile in my fucking Ricks
I thought that bitch was loyal but she's a trick
Wait a second, I'ma get the flow back
If you sell my ass a zip, I'ma smoke the whole bag
All I do is get the money and I get the hoes mad
Try to play me like a dummy then you getting toe tagged

[Verse 2: Lil Kashin Mane]
Fucked a MILF bitch
Got her man mad, I'm on this Drake shit
Fucked a bitch that looked like an escort, nigga I ain't pay shit
I would've got my dick sucked by her but had no lip gloss on
Scam so damn much I had to get another phone
I was even serving re-rock juice nigga, while my auntie was home
Everything I do high, I think I'm J.R. Smith
High as hell buying Billy Western's with some extra clips
High as hell, swing in the party, I got an extra dick on me
Smell like good gas nigga, I got that shit on me
I know some outta town boys, shoot a scene for me
Hell yeah it's a scary movie but it ain't Charlie Sheen homie
My lil homie had the poker, shoulda key [?]
Introduce your main bitch to the floor, I put her knees on it
Bitch has some nice ass lips, I wanna skeet on em'
Turnt the lil bitch around, I'm finna beat on it
I always kept the lil bitch around, she finna put her teeth on it
I'm finna set this bitch off like I'm Queen Latifah
Bitch I'm smoking loud, Lil Marc, we gon' call it reefer
Suck my dick motherfucker, that's what I told my teacher
Kicking in the door, at fifth period nigga, it was me and Tone
Rest in peace to her soul, niggas gotta go
My cousin said what you buy the gun for if you ain't gon' use it
Pass him the .40, he gonna abuse it
Put my dick in that bitch stomach, nigga like it was feeding tube