R.I.P

[Intro]
Yeah bruh
Yeah bruh
Yeah bruh fucking Custodian
Fucking Yung Glock, bitch

[Verse]
Running through fuck on yo bitch
Suicide doors like I just slit my wrists
You know the choppa got kick
Selling this money like it’s counterfeit
Fuck her make her hair so messy
I know you don’t wanna test me
Acting so hard but I guess he
Getting popped just like some Pepsi
My new shit sound like some screamo
Can’t make the cut like an emo
Make the free throw
Just like D-Rose
But i’m a hero to none
Flyer than Airforce 1's
And it’s making you run
And it’s making me cum
BigDicClique
Sucka my bum
I birthed this rap shit
I have a son
Old spice on me Terry Crews
Rest in peace to the Bumb Boys Crew
Making garbage what is new
Bet your E-girl is a dude
Wanna try me be my guest
Rolling with Trash Manifest
Your girl feeling on my chest
Heard this shit now you are blessed
I need me some coffee
With some codeine in it probably
I just heard your shit
You sound just like a carbon copy
Your girl gives head so sloppy
While she touch up on my body
Imma make the shit I want
And none of you can even stop me
But I don’t
Fuck with you bitches
So shut up and listen
My mind has been fucked
In like every position
They tryna be kissing
But I’m what they missing
Feel like betty crocker
I whip in the kitchen
So fuck it up fuck it up
Fuck it up now
Make my own shit
They don’t even know how
I use to trust bitches
But i’m feeling now
They just want my meat
Like I’m a fucking cow
Yeah