​wat for me lololol

[Intro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse]
Take him out the map, bitch I feel like Faygo
I'm posted with a draco, my shooter got a draco
My shooter got a (yeah)
Bitch, I'm done with it all
They can't wait for me to fall
And my money standin' tall
(Tall, tall, yeah, my money fat)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wan' ride with me
They know I'm a prodigy
I bought her a Prada bag, and I got the prophecy
I don't give a fuck 'bout you, don't care 'bout your apology
Ra-racks, yeah they onto me
Racks on me, that's a lot
Walk in the crib, and I'm takin' a thot
That nigga stupid, I call him a bot
And I stutter, I don't care
Like, what you gon' do about it?
Niggas hate me, 'cause I'm clouted
Too much bands in here to count it
Yeah, I count a lot
She get drunk, a lot
Aimin for your top, ha
You gon' need a doctor
The most, yeah, I do the most
I'ma get his thot, and then go ghost

[Outro]
Ha, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
(It's 10:00 on a school night my mom finna beat the shit out of me bro)