HD! Y SO AWFUL?

I know the game, play it better than most Hit it twice now she singing my songs My main bitch think I'm a clown but won't leave me alone But she might by the end of this song '99 I was born on my own, '99 I'ma die all alone 2020 I keep me a chrome She thought the clip was my dick how it long She said you think a lot boy, I can tell by your tone Asked that bitch what I'm thinking, she said, I don't know I try look in your eyes but they stone But she said, don't play with me, I'm grown When I get in my mood that bitch leave me alone When I walk in they move tryna get where I'm going When I, hold on, yeah Lil' bitch how could I lose? I'm a winner In my head, I forgot about dinner Like my bitches big body like sprinter Demon chick and she call me a sinner She stuck on me like glue like a splinter She love me but she hate how I did her It's okay, I got plenty chickens, Mrs. Winners It's okay, got to run up these racks anyways At the flame with Lea Lea, throwing bands at her face Shorty twerk, then she teach me bout crystals, got so much to say Yeah, my phone ringing, it's probably bae Already late as fuck and I know that she hot, but a nigga ain't had much to say And I pull up like sorry with 100 gifts like a nigga was Santa on sleigh And I know that boy broke he get geeked off a K Since a nigga been 14 I filled up my plate Ain had a job in 3 years, bitch I promise I'm straight Shorty a 6, but she had her a figure like 8 Fucked that bitch in a Honda Accord Fuck a 10 in a fucking G-Wagon I'm just talking bout my life, I ain't bragging Bitch I'm fucking HD! I ain't acting And if it ain't 12 or my bitch, I ain't capping I pop up to your crib in the night like a fucking assassin Yeah, like I'm here for your bitch And you know who I'm with, me, myself, I and this stick Man you niggas ain't talking bout clips Man you niggas is washed, you like Clipse Push your son to the side like eclipse Ain't talking Pringles, stacking my chips Dick in her mouth thought that bitch got the hiccups Work that bitch out when she done told her sit up When we leave the city I swear that she miss us And I'll be damned if I let the hoes kiss us If that's your bitch why she tryna leave with us You want cry in that bed or that truck And she send me the drop, make these fuck niggas duck She said, I'm on thin ice, so I hit the bitch like a puck Why they so disappointed in me Why they won't let me do what I please All a nigga want to be is free So I do that shit by any means To an end Oh, you done? Oh that's cool Want your friend, okay friends I'm with Laj, I'm with Kenz Tryna front? Don't pretend Baby bend, and don't snitch, little bitch Put her under, like a spell Gave her 3 hours, wish her well I told her sorry, 'bout the smell I might flex all my powers like Austin I appeal to all markets like Boston If I want it then fuck what the cost is If you want it then bitch get a job then And I know that they watching, I'm popping It's Frank Mueller, they ask what my watch is Rock the Rollie, I'm tryna impress I just kicked my addiction, I'm blessed Why you tryna plat checkers? It's chess Don't be subliminal bitch, say that shit with your chest And they wonder how I'm still lowkey but the way I be spitting it's like I'm up there with the best To think I don't get paid for this shit Feeling great, I stopped worrying 'bout a bitch Had to work out my chakras and shit Now I know who I am and I glisten