Like football your ass smacked dad
Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that
And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
Fresher than a waiter, defeat is what i'm serving,
Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass
She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash
We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last
A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,
Before i kick your ass
So chase the air hide your stash
That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit
This shit fresher than the harvest it will crush the world like a comet
...that's all i have
I splash your dirty ass,
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