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Stupid dumb dirty b*t*h
Ugly bugly bugs bunny lookin’ a** motherf**king b*t*h
Shut the f**k up

Bad little b*t*h ain’t learn no manners
Ooga booga boy I hit em with a hammer
Bad block I done burned with a couple scammers
Sittin’ on my throne in my manor
My b*t*h pa** me the phone ‘cause I don’t like to answer
Smokin’ cancer sticks it’s rancid
The fanciest at the party feel like a martian in this Aston
Feel like I’m parkin’ at the mansion
Feel like I’m, way above flexin’
Stupid *bleep* b*t*h wanna ask questions
Does this here cash not send a message
Do I not look like a chandelier in the flesh b*t*h
Restin’ my legs on the back of a bad naked b*t*h
Ugh, got me too hot
Used to tying up loose ends away from the cops
Took a trip to the loony bin to say hey to my bro pops
Tasted it till my gums numb I was seeing spots
Now it's only when I take my dalmatians for a walk
Feel like I could take over the nation with this amalgamation of guap
Brrat, b*t*h, bup bup bup bup bup buh

Uh, yea, yea
In my white tee
Dion in Dior that’s why they don’t like me
I put em on 4s like a Jeep, Forgiato hehe
Four these autos burn a hole in ‘em like a cd
And I put a show on for these hoes
Switch clothes like a stick shift, still don’t give a sh*t b*t*h
Wait, still won’t give a b*t*h sh*t
Stiff bills I spilt this wock wock on it it
Haha still got more money than talent
But I’ve got honeys to balance, rabbits to chase
A mushroom from Alice she, ask how it taste
The room got much smaller transport to my palace
Screwed up the mex, should’ve never changed, sike!
And y’all internet people get mad for nothin’
Hypocrite tin men fitted with middlemen’s b***ons
Of Mice and Men I’d like to see u survive in the pen
Cluckin’ like hens, click-clack get turned into since thens
It’s mista, pen to the pad, mending it back
My mandy, askin’ for cash, my billy bo bags
Silly ho, bendin’ it back she want a mini-me
I am the masta please take a few steps back
Big Glock, only big guns
I’m bench pressin’ the mac, for fun
Ten tons of black steel I’m realer than facts
This is me when I'm apathetic imagine me pa**ionate
My pen infused with magic I don’t even have to practice sh*t
Said they had my back but n***a I wasn’t havin’ it
My intuition pessimistic and scarily accurate
So if I have to grab the stick, so be it
Ratchet and clank with heaters
Lacerator send that n***a to the leader of whatever religion he believe in
Dope samples that I sequence
Red dots on your body like some sequins
My fit so flashy you would think that I pimp hoes
How you diss with sh*tty mixing?
B*t*h you sound like flip note
I been dope I tell you I'm still dope as ever
You been foes, oh well, then you been cope with failure
N***as compliment you when they need help b*t*h whatever
There ain’t sh*t that you bum a** n***as bring to the table
B*t*h I'm unapologetic with the sh*t that I write
You get pushed down half your life, then you stop being nice
When I get payed off what I write, I ain’t stopping at ice
I need signs that say “I told you so” that’s painfully bright
Ain’t sh*t nice, shootin’ out the moonroof
B***erball, zoom zoom
You all soft, built like tsum tsums, I dress frou frou
But pack doos doos, that clap, pew pew
Leave your a** surrounded with blood with no suwoo
I’m still cute uh
Bullpup get you chewed through
Don’t need no manual you know what tools do
Out the Isuzu
I’m masked up like phase 3 noodle
My jewels drip, water pulse to confuse you
Long live cake, 3 women feeding me grapes
Ain’t got sh*t to lose, I put whatever at stake
Just know you b*t*h made rappers ain’t safe, n***a
Rabbit town pu**y
Cake, baby, f**k you thought n***a

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