WIMMI!

[Chorus]
Whole gang on it, guess who with me
Posted on the porch, manna keep a blicky
She wanna be here, wan' get sticky
Fat ass, big tits, look like Nicki
Off of the Daniels, feeling like Ricky
Mama said I'm nothing, bitch, I'm litty
Posted with Funke up in the city
'42 hits and then we get shitty

[Post-Chorus]
Did this gang shit since a kiddy
Mama wasn't with me, papa wasn't with me
Been a lone wolf since a kiddy
Mama wasn't with me, papa wasn't with me

[Verse 1]
Guess who with me, guess who with me
Guess who, guess who, guess who's with me
Yeah, bitch, guess who's fucking with me
Bag around my head when I drive by the opps
Keep it lowkey, don't want shit with the cops
Don't want shit with the feds
'Cause their bitch give me head
They like, "Shit, what he said?"
I'm a bit off the meds
And yeah, bitch, I'm Baghead, yeah, uh
And you know that I'm sad, yeah, uh
And I had it bad, yeah, huh
'Specially with my dad, yeah, huh
And yeah, bitch, they all want to get me (Get me)
You know they wan' stress me (Stress me)
Miss my old friends who was fuckin' with me, but they test me (Test me)
Uh, yeah, they test me
Mama said I was a genius, didn't know that I was fiendin' yet
Got home and watched YouTube for days, wasn't worried 'bout finding my way, ayy

[Chorus]
Whole gang on it, guess who with me
Posted on the porch, manna keep a blicky
She wanna be here, wan' get sticky
Fat ass, big tits, look like Nicki
Off of the Daniels, feeling like Ricky
Mama said I'm nothing, bitch, I'm litty
Posted with Funke up in the city
'42 hits and then we get shitty
Whole gang on it, guess who with me
Posted on the porch, manna keep a blicky
She wanna be here, wan' get sticky
Fat ass, big tits, look like Nicki
Off of the Daniels, feeling like Ricky
Mama said I'm nothing, bitch, I'm litty
Posted with Funke up in the city
'42 hits and then we get shitty

[Post-Chorus]
Did this gang shit since a kiddy
Mama wasn't with me, papa wasn't with me
Been a lone wolf since a kiddy
Mama wasn't with me, papa wasn't with me

[Verse 2]
I did all this shit on my own, bruh
You say that we friends, you don't know us
Shit gon' sparkle like cola
Boy, you know I won't fold up
I got a chip on my shoulder, uh
I got a clip on my shoulder, uh
Didn't have shit, now I'm older (Yeah, ayy)
And know my heart is colder
Message spreadin' 'round, Ebola
And I'm still gettin' head by Lola
Told mama I think I'm bipolar
She brushed it under the sofa
Told my mama I'm feeling depressed
Wan' put a Glock nine to my chest
I wanna end this shit because I'm stressed
And I can't handle it, mama, pray for me, yes
I'm praying to God 'cause I wanna be blessed
I've lost it already, so who else is next?
I lost four pets in a year and turned me to darkness
Acting all gang shit, like, boy, you don't want this
Gang is with me, uh, yeah, gang is with me, uh, yeah, ayy
And I did all this shit on my own, bruh
Three-hundred years ago, I would've had owners
Would be locked in the basement for so long
And I'm not always right 'cause I know wrong
And I won't fucking say I've done no wrongs
'Cause I know that I have, I ain't so strong
I cry in my bed for, like, hours
My mama said I've got a power
And now I look to the stars for some help
Music made fun of for what?
Time to put this book back on the shelf
Time to put this baby back into the cot, yeah, yeah