teepee

[Verse]
All the dookie rappers need to go and cop some baby wipes
Flush em’ down the toilet man, I told em’ that I wasn’t nice
Rainy nights are getting to my head, I need to make the bread
Break your bitches bed because she said she wanna meet the monster
I’m eating lobster and I make your baby momma pay
Should’ve known that she don’t got no money, got nothing to say
She make me neigh when she riding me, she don’t need a saddle
Tackling, grappling bitches like my name was Michael Keenan
I know you fiending for my bars like you was just a custy
You smelling musty
Please don’t come around if your mood is fussy
I’m not your buddy so don’t step to me if your ass is bitch-made
You never get paid
My haters really never get laid
Call me the barbershop, cause I’m too quick to give a quick fade
I never throw shade, unless you stepping incorrectly
Can’t affect me when I’m spitting out the swell rhymes
Told you like 10 times, got bars inside my fucking enzymes
Not in the end times, it’s only the beginning
Staying winning all the competitions, didn’t even know I was in them
I rock the denim, but it’s only Supreme
I slay the haters with my venom and it isn’t extreme, stop dreaming
The bitches creaming just by looking at my neck hairs
Heard you dropped another album, buster, who the hell cares?