Cupcakke - Bird Box lyrics

[Verse 1] Pull up to your addy, hop out of the caddy I'm up on my bully and today I'm aggy I f** on your daddy, I do this sh** gladly 'Cause he wanna hang like his f**ing pants saggy But he gotta come with them bands b**h so flat that a b**h can't land If it ain't the money then what is you saying? b**h catch both hands like I'm praying, wait yeah Momma say, this p**y thicker than pepper steak Put it on his face like pepper spray I even tell him no only yesterday Never catching me lagging b**h, I'm outchea and I'm ready hoe Put a spell on a b**h like I'm whipping up some SpaghettiOs Pa** that up, I'ma cash that buck If my gra** stay cut, won't last off luck No cast but I cut n***as fast as f** I been a G, no wagon or truck I put a n***a on a shirt and I ain't talking 'bout no merch drop This p**y worth a lot of bread, so we gon' call this bird box [Verse 2] That b**h slower than a turtle, ay Tell her to rap like a girdle, ay He claiming me I'ma hurt him, ay That ain't my baby, I'm fertile, ay n***as showing they true colors, my true colors stay purple 'Cause they need to see that I'm royalty, put the gla**es on Steve Urkel Yeah, I finger myself on the stage, it wasn't underage, they lied I wonder when a bunch of college kids screaming "f** me" turned five The media stay flipping sh** like I went home and I cried b**h this my body I'll f** around and finger myself on Live b**h I'm never scared, never cared, sh** you rock, b**h I'll never wear Catch that b**h in Chicago and one punch drop her in Delaware Your own block, you never there By myself, I'm never pair Keep one of my sleeve and my pants, that's why they hella flare [Verse 3] They 'bout this, they 'bout that, they getting money, they big liars All y'all n***as fake as sh** like Jamal off Empire You waiting on one check, by then I done touched ten wires Head game so fire like I sat under a wig dryer Stay the f** out my face, your wig older than Myspace That wig must be tight lace, couldn't keep up on my light pace I blew three hundred at the steakhouse and I ain't even add on dessert My p**y stay having asthma attacks, so I let it breathe in the skirt I hate a easy b**h, a needy b**h, a let me smoke your weedy b**h A guy come she leave me b**h, touch me after sneezing b**h I'on owe no n***a sh**, I'on give a f** if you feed me b**h Eat this p**y in return, now we both fed, act greedy b**h I can't even see ya, like my wig cut like Sia Got more dough, pizzeria, when you looked on my Visa b**h slow gotta speed up, no I don't need much Flight attendant bring me food, I said, "What are these," she said "These nuts" [Verse 4] I laughed then I had to mumble, all these b**hes need to be humble These hoes get a couple of bundles then they really think they Rapunzel I can't never let the bag crumble, Jordyn Woods let the bag fumble Yeah, you drop music, but it's weak as f**, so pick it up that's a stumble And I put that up on gang, I might f** around, go insane Shootin' in your crib like Tyler Perry turned a happy home into a House of Payne And there ain't no b**h in my lane, I can always spare change Devil tryna break me but it never work like McDonalds' ice cream machine, man