She said lemme suck suck suck suck suck suck
I say hold on bih lemme pop the chew
Ape mode drill her 4 times, she say damn daddy I see you
She say these bologna ass niggaz ain’t you
Drilled her so hard, b**** asking “can I paint you?”

Always been the GOAT with a bad team like the Lakers

They sending smoke, they mad, we call them chasers

whats been said and whats been done
she give head just for fun
in my bed she drink c***lotta red, lotta guns

i got a b**** shipped in a box
she gon lick tip of the cock
she got black lipstick cuz shes goth
thats that legitness that i want
so ima hit this til i bus
she sus, feel like amogus
she brought her friend like y dont u f*** us
give her wood like fortnite theboyduddus
feel like future and metro she still dont trust us
threeway anyway smash em on the tour bus
two more walked in, thats four s***s
i need more! i want more s***s!
b**** used teeth, head on short bus
shot my load up her twat like a cork up
she dont whine when she dine on my cold cut
i hope to god in the future we never broke up
but u kno what?
idk wut

gotta go back to work
like a massive church
or nasa disbursements
her ass is perfect
ima massacre it
feel like Stephen curry
shootin shots and she gon slurp it

they not like us
touch like midas
opps dead, times up
truly in my cup
ak i bus
emo b**** suicider

I’m at the Guggenheim (for what?)

for the Holzer show

Oh it’s shootin’ time? I’ll let my holster know

I let my toaster know (okay) then let my toaster blow

Bullets like AM radio, they go Coast To Coast (chyea!)

god only knows
throw my opps into comatose
bullets make em hit the do-si-do
xxxtentacion bullet overdose
only got one b**** left, thats my only throat
my bars sick like 40s polio
its the roaring 20s like money notes
my b**** make puns she a funny hoe
she keep asking me do u love me tho
b**** ofc i do. u aint bummy no
but u suck and swallow the cummys bro

Basement show B.O.; zero fire codes or hoes
Slag pit, max admit, the floors are bowed
Packed light for camp sights, the woofers loaned
Rats nest behind the deck, and some exposed
Front row hit in the chest like Riddick Bowe
Back row hugging the wall and feeling old
Tweeter doin' C4 beeps, it could explode
Triage unit in route, let's hit the road

thursday is the timing
i do these b****es grimy
i give her a face sliming
rap can have rhyming
or it can not

S*** her out, s*** her mom out
No nigga. Ion do dis for clout
H-town, bih I rep the south
Now open up yo mouth
She slurping on it like her mouth was in a drought
Raw dog her,, plan b on deck that’s the route
Can’t think of anything to rhyme with, nigga I’m out
S*** next line, like meek, I might just shoutttttt

he's out! s*** me out boo
yeah im about to
pull up around 2:00
then ima pound you
f*** u in the bathroom
she sayin that cash rules
everything around me, yeah dude
she gets an A+ like a classroom
d*** penetrating like a stab wound
bus a fat nut like KABOOM!

nigga you trynna pound me?

Drill time, b**** nigga I ain’t talm about keef
Shawty face so pretty, i ain’t mad she keep using teeth
She keep screaming, she think she in the Stu like meek
Suck on that p**** like some won ton soup
Then she suck me off in the back of the coup
Then I make her sit on my face, while my tongue run a loop

no i saw bars about f***ing and wrote bars about f***ing

if im rapping about f***ing and i dont name a subject just know it's "your b****"

tongue runnin loops like rollercoaster
my d*** stay in it like a broken toaster
shawty ratchet like a hoboken stroller
im playin w her w no controller
she gargle my c***she an overdoser
face in her titties i motorboat her
c***drippin out the twat, i overload her
im takin her money like open poker
im a gold digging w****, a choking choker
what u dont know is what i know, im a knowing knower

“Text a goth b**** mommy
Text her later sorry”

I felt that

twit twat tweet
i step on my feet
friday the day i hop on this beat
always on point got som roc n som lean
no more ciroc no diddy nahmean
so many bars, i hip hop in my sleep
the rain drip drop on repeat
ya dame b**** hop on my meat

you changed my world liberian girl
heart so cold siberian girl
you from the west end nigerian girl
they talk this and that not hearing it girl
their words not serious girl
you the not caring red leather wearing delirious girl

I’m in the jungle adapting
In my hood malpracticing
Wrist Baby Bash’ing
It’s white water rafting
Outchea crashin’
For the passion
Shawty gotta wagon
Where she stores extra rations
Take her to the cabin
Where I store extra rations
My d*** gets packed in
When I nut she’s a has-been

the b**** is no more
i dont want you ho w****
after i slam her like a door
she on the street floor
thats where she belong
i need me time, me & my bong
& her ass in a thong
f***. my minds all gone
im thinking all wrong
i open the window and i sing my song

Yeahhhh my b**** a racistttttt
Drill her so hard she be yelling slurs
Take my time with it make sure the pounding ain't a blur
Them d*** sucking lips softer than a fur
Beat the kitty up make that thang purrrrrr
The way she gobble it, I know she really her
She told her daddy about my stick game, now this bozo calling me “sir”
Like Gucci mane she like my gut, she love it when I make it brr