YAMAHA

[Verse]
Flipping the tables like I’m dramatic
You an old TV? Said you want static
These pure VVs and you can’t have it
Leave you all chopped up in your aunt’s attic
Your homies locked up cause they move sloppy
Convertible topless but she topped me
Ride or die bitch know that she got me
But even still then I got myself
You came and you’ll die right by yourself
Not every situation can you find help
I did meditations for my health
That bad ass shawty on my belt
She can’t wait to unbuckle my buckle
I’m ready to rumblе, crack knuckles
Don't even need a ski mask, I’ll slump you
Feeling likе I’m T-Mac, I’m buckets
Nigga tight and he mad, well fuck em
That bitch bad attitude won't touch her
Her looks can be bussin, won’t bust her
I just dance on a bitch like I’m Usher
Got the drip on me deepest of puddles
Bitch fried too fried for the cuddles
Like bitch you ain’t ready to love you
I repeat the script like an old cartoon
Come run the ones, you don’t need your goons
You can’t get fed without your team’s spoon
Your dealer be selling you teaspoons
I’m painting the picture no easel
These niggas be sneaky like weasels
I’m hungry like I need to eat soon
He talking that shit, I’m dropping stool
Terminal illness cause he doomed