Pain in a Faygo

She wanna get shit for free
No, you is not fucking with me
[?], bitch
Draco, yes I bought a new stick but
Fuck violence, no I'm not using it
Im just not out here shooting shit
I'm tryna get to the money, lil bitch
You talk down, actin funny, lil bitch
These niggas act like a female
They informants how they run and tell
Smokin that dope and I got clientele
Gettin money nigga I know you can tell
Cause I walk in fresh as hell
Got outta jail, thank God for the bail
And you drop, but you know it won't sell
On Sunday, bitch I'm still getting mail
My Jordan shoelace say shoelace
That's how you know I'm rocking Off-White today
Baby got me feeling myself
Let's go out to eat, she wanna do something else
Babygirl tryna f-word
But she said fuck me, so it's fuck her
Bitch better move 'fore I uppercut her
Drac get to eating shit, nigga , supper
Only rap about guns, but its kinda habit (damn)
Wockhardt, got a habit
Kicked her out, now she calling her daddy
Bitch knew she fucked up when I gave her the addy
Bitch knew she fucked up when I gave her the addy
Niggas be hating, sadly
I'm counting up cash, nigga, yeah, gladly
I don't wanna do shit if I ain't counting up cash
I don't wanna do shit if I ain't counting up cash
I like making music, give a fuck about the bag
Just like yo Mama's groceries, bitch, I'm always in the bag
I ain't going out sad
Make my mom and dad proud, glad
She got me hypnotized, she keep on shaking that ass
[?] when you throwing it back
How you know that I was into that
She got an animal, I play with her cat
I play with her cat, [?]
See, you claim you a real nigga
I ain't never sat down, put in pape with you
All I'm sayin, I can't fake kick shit with niggas
Fuck that, I don't even like niggas
I skip school, ride a bike with you
You know I don't owe a nigga shit
Lotta lean, so I'm steady pouring shit
Promethazine, you know we scoring shit
Nigga, my life don't need a boring bitch
Get cooked like a stove boil, bitch
What is that in yo mouth? Tinfoil, bitch
Pull up and beat a thot, don't spoil it
Then they gon treat you like you Santa
You know your broke ass not having that
Sipping that fake shit, you have a heart attack
Wearing them fake Trues, where yo mama at
I feel like Goon I trap out the 80s
[?] Mercedes
I got a bad bitch and a lady
I pour my pain up in a Faygo