You know how the plot goes
Started with some talk of stroke
Made her hit the proper pose
She later hit some oprea notes
X2
My b**h left me
That was a bummer
We didn't see eye to eye
Like Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder
I get elated when you hate it
So do talk about
I'm feeling jaded
But I'm faded so it evens out
I'm Will Smith asking Jada for the mouth
Playing Pill Cosby throw some quaaludes in your spouse
I got a few b**hes but they don't come to the shows
I'm tryna get some more but you know how that goes
I'm tired of getting curved by these fatties and these hoes
They serving up my n***as but I'm getting all the no's
And if I gave a f**, then I would suppose
That I would throw some bows
Like I was guarding Arrow's toe
I got the law imposed
Tumor in my head about to get my f**ing jaw exposed
Hopefully still rapping after, probably will say vamanos
Come back in a year because the rap game still comatose
Rap game still comatose
Come back with some better hits
Still rap about some stupid sh**
Like how I miss my ex, f**
Yeah that was some stupid sh**
Now we getting stupid lit
We dont need no Uber b**h
You looking a little b**h
So we gonna have to run your pockets
The jig rising like my feature price
I take a swig, and tell some some lies
Like I be reaching right?
CNN caused leeching like
“Damn, who's your camera man?"
We laughing at these poor kids
Now he gonna have to charge you triple
Get up off my phone but now she feeling me up
And now I'm feeling like Macgyver how I'm making sh** up
Already sh**ting on these n***as all I need is one cup
Already got two s*uts who do anything for a buck
And speaking of bucks I got the shotty in the back seat
Track meet, and you know I run it like them athletes
Run it on a punnet square n***a, Justin Gatlin
Might off myself like my name was Jett Jackson
I'm relaxing, maxing all cool
You n***as think you running sh** but they outside of the pool
Outside of the pool, and I'm inside of the Benz
And I'm inside of your....f** it
You know how the plot goes
Started with some talk of stroke
Made her hit the proper pose
She later hit some oprea notes
X2
Back for another one
Spitting crack, might bag it sell it to your son
I should be Mexican, cuz I'm the f**ing Juan
She asked me to eat the p**y, I'm like “Nah b**h it's Ramadan”
I stand out, and I don't ask for handouts
The vision panned out, stealing all your mans clout
And I don't gotta wear no f**ing makeup either
I'm spitting ether, need a feature? No? just delete ya
She addicted to the diction and the dick too
sh**zu, dogging all you pussies like I'm meant to
Sipping elixir, badder than Michael Jackson playing on the 76ers