Uh

You ain't gotta be white for this Kimber to give you a tan
Uh, beat on the boss, double the cost, bam
They suck a dick when you poppin', I know they gon' stop but I want my advance
Got these bitches jumpin' through the hoops to get closer to PEG
I'm fucking a fan
Yeah, I fired my PR, the bitch was a loser for letting that money get to her head
Uh, I did not grow up with baby videos, my mama could not afford cams
These niggas be whiter than snow and they grow up, that's why they relate to they fans
Keep that hatin' to face, when I shoot this Tiananmen Square, niggas tankin' they plans
I was wrong when I said Dillon Brooks
I'm a Billy Laimbeer kind of man
Post her up, but you stay in my lane, I got Jordan rules to put you in a pan
I be fuckin' my bitch from the side
My side bitch, called Joey Valence
At the photo room, you could've died
All these fuckers, you not got no heads
What you done? What you not gonna do is step up to my face with that plan
Uh, out of my mind, now out of the thoughts
Out of the pan, I'm flippin' the pot
Brain over pussy, thought out of the box
All of you niggas is tender and soft
Everyone pull the fire lock, trip that motherfucker right up out of his socks
45 to his lightbulb, Teddy Pendergrass, we just turn up the

Fuck nigga
I was born in the '80s, nigga
I don't give a fuck about what none of you stupid ass niggas is doing
Fuck y'all

I got more choppas than crackers, than those in the government
Look what I—
We aim at your head
Kill you a fag
How you the house cat?
Used to cardio
Shot your boss like my brother was Mario
Choppers and pistols automatics and TECs
I'm feelin' like Joker (I'm ready to laugh)
The Kimber a freak, bang
Keep the drum in her butt
I know you niggas be jockin', the bitches be barkin'
I'm ready to muzzle her mutt
How you the house cat?
Used to cardio
Shot your boss like my brother was Mario
Choppers and pistols automatics and TECs
I'm feelin' like Joker (I'm ready to murder)

I was born in the '80s, nigga
I don't give a fuck about none of you twisted tee sippin' punk bitch-ass niggas be doin'
Y'all niggas is pie
All of y'all
Hahaha
Born in the '80s
Look

I ain't gon' front, got that shit in my pelican
I break it down when I'm checkin' my ticket
Eskimo bros just some niggas I'm better than
Industry niggas all estrogen bitches
White people copyin' culture, I wanna be Trumpsist, y'all wanna be niggas
Now how come your bitches be hittin' me up on the side 'cause she want her a nigga?
How come they get so defensive when you call 'em out, they don't want to be—
How much you hate that nigga?
I hate him so much, I hope they die
How much you hate this nigga?
His daddy dead and his brother's pie
How much you hate that nigga?
I'm fucking his main, I'm working the side
Where's your patience, nigga?
I ran out when he started runnin' up the lies
How did you break this nigga?
I took all my enemies names, I don't beef, I mime
You bitch, your house, your clout
That's mine
Them cars, them clothes, them hoes
All mine
I got these beats doing cardio
El generico, mask off and body, ho
Don't fringe, don't move, don't breathe
He dyin' for clout, press his femur a T

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