Why you got hit with the eye roll

Girl if you know me you know that I′m psycho

This shit the wave and it feel like a tidalOnly want money I don't want false idols

I hit your shorty into a new falsetto

I been making moves while your boo get pedaled

Smack with a case right

No settle

Shorty getting broke in the gold stilettos

How you talk shit i could ghost write melodies

Told him eat shit like human centipede

She want come back like you should see the better me

Used to be fine yeah imagine that it′s heavenly

Now I go bread to see

Cant have a lil trick stressing me

Two twin bitches named LSD and ecstasy

Ice on my wrist while I whip up the recipe

Boy talking shit change his face like Penelope

Neck pulled back that's hella Gs

Death to the track yeah I read it an elegy

Want a 100k I ain't talking bout no ketamine

If you want to get it mother fucker i could let it squeeze

Wipe the boy straight off the map no clemency

Jones for the shit on my track

Junie b

Shorty wanna get up on my lap

Nicky please

Take her to the sticks like first

See the history

Bitch

Now I guess I′m rapping so its okay lose my shit

They could call me Scrappy how I′m barking out these hits

Shake that laffy taffy i put gucci on your hips

Ain't it just so tragic that I′m just starting to spit

Ok I send ya bitch back to ya crib like a repo

Lil dude with a big tool, home depot

Mexican milf, she call me her lil chico

Me and Wavehi bout to snap, where the beat go

Uh diamonds so bloody my neck is on Hitchcock

Can't tell the time if you look at my wristwatch

I don′t got nothing but blue benjis on me my wallet it might hit the crip walk

Yo homie a rat yeah might have to catch em

Put two in his brain so he learned his lesson

And I hope he studied we might have to test em

We press em now we got em sweating and stressing ok

I stay with the protection like it's safe sex uh

Keep the metal on me not a latex uh

If you looking for him hit a grave check peel yo cap back like I′m looking for a wave check aye

I got the gas in my jacket uh uh Russell Westbrook I don't pass it uh uh

I got the gas in my jacket uh uh Russell Westbrook I don't pass it uh uh

If a nigga want smoke we can gas him up no concentration

Dropping hit after hit don′t mind me that′s my obligation

Altoid is back on the track that's quite the proclamation

Made my own path went A to C no domination

Got all these hoes and god done blessed em all, got the best of all,

Ash Ketchum cause I really gotta catch em all

All dimes bitches get wet off my rhymes

God must′ve gave me a sign i gotta shine

Hop on the track with my slime

Spit with my partner in crime rap game is mine

I run it back like a spine your face will get realigned

Now I guess I'm rapping so its okay lose my shit

They could call me Scrappy how I′m barking out these hits

Shake that laffy taffy I put Gucci on your hips

Ain't it just so tragic that I′m just starting to spit