3:46 AM freestyle

My life be bottomless, fucked this bitch, yeah, I'm confident

She wanna fuck for the night, but she got that incompetence

I been catchin' them bodies, no consequence

I was always one for stayin' anonymous, I got opulence

Deck out my hotdog with them condiments

Got no tolerance for no bitch named Jonathan

Fucked his wife, so ominous, make that ho lose consciousness

She fucked up real bad, she broke all her promises

Now the promise is (pain! Pain!) pain for the whole continent

Switchin' continents better than Onyx did

Horizontal shit, fucked that bitch like a horizontal did

Built a whole monument for you, that's atrocitus

I open your heart wit' a key like a chest in the deep of the sea

These hoes be profitless huh, low profile and dominant

I show dominance, bow down and pop it in her esophagus

Like Denzel Curry, she in a hurry, she worried

But me? I show prominence, bitch, I'm prominent

In writin' raps for conglomerates, you can suck my dick, my conscience is

The reason why you poppin' pills and poppin' shit

I love them drugs, we offin' him, shockin' him

Pain killers, pain pills but my body still tolerant

Get chills for the thrills, fuck a communist

I don't even give 2 fucks 'bout no forgotten bitch

He's a rotten bitch filled with rottenness

But bitch we organic, that's a fucking compliment

She lie to me whenever she can, antioxidants

Bitch, shoutout to Andrea, we opposites

But we be stayin' so fucking positive, huh

Positivity for your offerings, we so organic, shoutout to my Hispanics

We Atlantic, make 'em panic, so volcanic, doin' damage

Now he gon' need a bandage, fucked this bitch she only know Spanish

She don't know English, but she know how to do dances

I done gave you chances, one of us just can't live

I just can't win, uh, yeah, these hoes be camping

Evidence be damning, fucked that bitch with no understanding

Of my actions, fuck it all, I know what you're plannin'

You ain't slick lil' bitch, I pop them Xans, bitch

Need the Xanny and some new Vans, bitch

Why you tryna plan shit? I'm slicin' up my damn wrists

All for you lil' bitch, the crowd be chantin'

(My name!) My name, and we still standin' (standin')

You are mine lil' bitch you make me manic, Satanic

Fuck this damn dynamic, fuck all these dynamics

Bitch ass ho makin' us all way too frantic

She was mine 'til he took her, oh, goddamnit

Scrape my nails 'gainst the granite

I gave you the whole planet, huh-uh

This motherfucker got tired of yo' antics

And that mofo is me, you so unromantic

These hoes don't know romancing, I'd rather be bromancing

Got all these hoes dancing, yeah, got 'em all prancin'

A moment of silence for my sanity, go ahead, pick who you can pick

These hoes demanding, commanding

That me and my gang stop it this instant, but we advancing

Lancing, bitch ass ho know her words so enchanting

B-b-bitch, we enchanted, we enchant it, huh

Scannin' and findin' and plantin' we ran in

We ran in wit' the Glocky in our pants, bitch

We're outstanding always expanding our branding

You know what our brand is? Give you a hunnid grand, bitch

I gave you a hunnid grand with a bit of tannin'

Nobody in my childhood was ever understandin'

I was always on my own, like Manning

Misunderstandings, but my bro granted me shit, I take that granting

Some blessings, I was branching out, caught 'em red-handed

Red-handing, my whole career was spannin'

From like 9 years old to now these hoes go down, she fannin'

At her face, could care less 'bout what she says

Goddamnit (ah-ah) goddamnit (ah-ah) goddamnit (ah-ah) goddamnit (ah-ah)

That ho be blanching, all I'm doin' is glancin'

You so beautiful (ah-ah) but you do the most (ah-ah)

How you get through it all? (Ah-ah) How you do it all? (Ah-ah)

How you blew it all? (Ah-ah) Can you shoot it all? (Ah-ah)

I'm so beautiful and hot, bitch I'm posin' for the shot

Cameras on me, cameras on the whole block

All pointin' at me with they cameras cocked

These hoes talk shit and then get caught

You know damn well my heart be locked

You ain't ever seen my Pops

'Cause he was dead before I even got

This money and I even bought some Glocks

It's funny 'cause you be ridin' 'round the clock

So sunny I should prolly go for a walk

Not funny bitch, you better not

So funny when I see your ass just rot

So funny when I see you and your gang flock

Not funny when you think this is Iraq

Not funny when you bring in all your jocks

When it's sunny we hop from spot to spot

She touch me and then proceeds to mock

Do you love me? Do you even care, Boss and Doc?

She say she'd fuck me and take what I have in stock

She prolly don't trust me so she can kick rocks

I need the Xanny put that bitch in fucking shock

She call me daddy, she nasty, we line it up wit' chalk

She wanna fan me, time for plan B, yeah, you cannot

I'm with Mandy, I'm with Randy, connect those dots

She tryna plan something, I just sit and nod

Yeah, gun cocked, yeah, we don't stop

He tried to take my crops, so we called up SWAT

We got him swatted, we beat those odds

Now we in the yacht, he here, like, "Knock, knock?"

These hoes finna drop, like your whole damn squad

Bitch, this is our spot, we do this lots

Look at all the guns I bought, this is my house, this my plot

They plottin' on me but bitch I'm a God

She waiting on me to go to the shop

They hating on me but then give me top

They blame it on me but I ain't no flop

They put the shame all on me yet still cannot rob

I got a job, bitch, this gun is not no damn prop

I had to fuck around, got them pots, huh

I was never caught, bitch done called me Bob

Bitch call me Bob the Builder we can fix yo' heart

These hoes call the cops, we do the karate chop like chop chop

My hoes droptop, this song a bop, we killed the opps

We so OP, use guns like Kindergarten 3 Janitor's mops

Huh, this bitch forgot, he done forgot

That I am the king, and if he disobeys, he gets shot

Huh, bitch, I rap like a robot, I'm like Scott

I got the Scotch (tape!) tape, I see the smog

I see the fog, yeah, these hoes do they monologue

And their brains turn cogs, bitch, we analog

And you know we some bulldogs, I'ma get the hawk

Bitch my shoulders broad, we gonna fucking stalk

You an underdog, postin' on your blog

Wait 'til you get shot, don't disrespect 2Pac

And this bitch my dog, cut your dialogue

This my catalog, this my damn sidewalk

That ho was a fraud, they gawked and fucking fought

This bitch don't got no watts, huh, I kill without no thoughts

I do what my mama taught, I make all the girls squawk

I make all the girls squeal, temperature drop, huh