BLACKED
Bitch, I'm fuckin' ballin', I ain't talkin' bout my nut sack
Talkin' bout like all these fuckin' bills, like a duck quack
Choppa knock him out his undies, leave his ass commando
Used to be out countin' stars, but now I'm countin' bands, ho
Got a couple femboys in my crib, it's my trap House,
And we shakin' booty, movin' ass, it's my crack house,
Keep your distance, it's like COD, might get blacked out,
Jump your ass in suits and you get murked yeah, you BLACKED now,
Ice spice my queen, I'm a munch until I fuckin' die,
You might catch me in my coffin eatin' booty like it's pie,
I told him he was probably gonna live, but I fuckin' lied
I don't do shit lightly, I pull up and I fuckin' dive,
Creepin' in his bushes, but this shit it ain't no Fortnite, I be in your house like a plumber with my pipe
Riding on my meat but can't blame you, it's your life,
Started off real small, but I grew up like I'm termite
Ice in my veins, like I'm Sub-Zero, in this bitch,
I said I'm cold got my throne like I'm Lich King, lil' bitch,
And nigga, this ain't no Nintendo but my dick gotta switch,
And you get destroyed by D2, no defense, lil' bitch, whoa,
Bitch, I'm fuckin' ballin', I ain't talkin' bout my nut sack
Talkin' bout like all these fuckin' bills, like a duck quack
Choppa knock him out his undies, leave his ass commando
Used to be out countin' stars, but now I'm countin' bands, ho
Got a couple femboys in my crib, it's my trap House,
And we shakin' booty, movin' ass, it's my crack house,
Keep your distance, it's like COD, might get blacked out,
Jump your ass in suits and you get murked yeah, you BLACKED now,
Keep a cobra, no kai, like I'm Xolo in this bitch
Just got my cock and my balls I'm riding solo in this bitch,
I got him ridin' on my broom, Halloween ain't no witch,
This shit comin' straight on point, ain't no mess up or glitch, ayy,
On my triple A game, but I ain't
talkin' batteries,
I'm beating up this track, oh shit, I might just catch a battery,
It's always got be snakes up in the grass, but they don't rattle me
The price, it ain't right, but promise you can get this gat for free,
He wearin' apple-bottom jeans, I think I'm hungry for some fruit,
I'm bouta raid his fuckin' cabin, and I'm takin' all his loot,
If he keep talkin' all this shit he gettin' kicked, I got the boot,
Lil buddy thought he runnin' game, but I played him like a flute
Bitch, I'm fuckin' ballin', I ain't talkin' bout my nut sack
Talkin' bout like all these fuckin' bills, like a duck quack
Choppa knock him out his undies, leave his ass commando
Used to be out countin' stars, but now I'm countin' bands, ho
Got a couple femboys in my crib, it's my trap House,
And we shakin' booty, movin' ass, it's my crack house,
Keep your distance, it's like COD, might get blacked out,
Jump your ass in suits and you get murked yeah, you BLACKED now,