Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though
You tell me i got swag though, i say you a fag go,
I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I got a rap sheet to my name that's just too long, and you ain't even know it,
Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick
I can tell that you got served, because i eat the mic,
You got no swag on your tone man you're monotone
For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own
Stop yapping just because i got an a on my blueprint,
Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint
Because i just shat on you, like a loo
And if i gotta settle for a piece of you
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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