Baby mama mad tripping cuz I wanna watch my kids But when I'm busy she gonna trip say I don't watch my kids This bitch aint shit I wish she shut up She barely worth A bag of chips She stay finessing her bank account stressing Her pussy dry as shit I can not believe I got finessed She got pregnant What the f*ck Threatening me with court Who she think she stressing Stay at the mall But her edges stressing Her crew know who winning Now her best friend undressing They know she foul So ain't no stressing Let her hit the backwoods She damn near dead I've like me I bet you wishing Lil nigga run up your bread Think it's a game f*ck your bitch Give back the pussy Calling tripping over digits Pocket watching Worried about my check Tryna get some dick I'm Celibate Your bestie pull up 4am And she surprise me With special guest If that pussy clean She can smoke for free She cool as shit Still brought 2 or 3 And a extra friend She high as can be My new bitch Sucking on her nipple ring And we all on rear d So we don't say a thing F*ck out my face F*ck out my face F*ck out my face F*ck out my face Your friend at my place Your breath really stank I beat that case I'm free today Calling tripping over digits Pocket watching Worried about my check My kids straight I don't owe you shit Guilt tripping Like I'm a sucker bitch I'm illiterate Left me in a parking lot with my demons To face that shit Rolled up Lucy diamonds Call up a clone Plot on my next lick You think I'm worried about you Man this shit is starting to get old Baby mama tryna get a reaction up out of me I'm wise to her scheme Little do she know Her best friend really into me Ain't no tweets in the streets Them snaps is old I'm too busy getting to this money Hold the baby over my head Bitch you lame You need to go get a new hobby I'm in that four dour Tesla coup ride through Bellevue With this Chick mixed with French and rude Throw the cash Get her nude Now I'm over you Because your pussy loose You had a chance But I got shit to do F*ck your masterplan The broke nigga You choose I'm kicked back your best friend massage me Bitches share clothes Go to the club when it's free Rolling unflavored swisher They smoke regular weed Blow up my phone I'm staging a show Mad I'm grinding Running up a fee You had your chance Spoken in my name like a joke Try to make a fool of.me Now it's stars In the ceiling Digital Dash in my Tesla 3 You pissed You gotta walk home You can't even get in the backseat Laying in the bed Looking at me crazy I'm not lazy You better get on your grind You look sexy I'm not finna pay you Time to serve I'm not finna waste time Ta50 fare supply it Stash it somewhere private iPhone always on silent Finesse your baby be quiet
Written by: Jonathan Williams
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