‎‎hannah montana

[Verse 1]
Bitch, she got a dark soul
We in Anor Londo
Totin' big fucking guns, shit you ain't heard of yet
Can't fuck a bad bitch? Where yo' fuckin' confidence?
I like fucking fashion
Truck a nigga, Madden
I swear I just made niggas
Where my fucking patent?
All the shit I gave niggas
They so damn ungrateful
All the shit I paid for
Fuckin' bankroll, nigga
Fake pole, nigga
Try to steal from me, we taking fingers, toes, bitch
Get low, get low, miss you
Why they always wanna misuse me?
I just wanna do good by you
I'm gone stretch a bitch out like she Luffy
We got rocket launchers, do you, before you do me
R.I.P. my nigga Goonеw, may you R.I.P
You got 1c, one chance, this ain't no fuckin' RP

[Verse 2]
She say I'm so handsomе and she fond of me
Bad bitch a dancer in them skinny jeans
Toxic bitch, she cancer and she say I'm mean
I'm like, "Where yo' manners, grammar?"
She a whole fan of Hannah
Fan of Hannah
Montana
Racking kills up on my Apex banner
Keep a pen tucked, getting geeked every second
I ain't in Texas, but get merked for trespassing
Fuck a fat hoe, I swear her name was Gladys
I can't crash out, I feel too damn happy
I'm right in the booth, right now, as we speak
You're fucked if you leave me