Got Me Bent

Man, this nigga got me weirdly bent Ayy, niggas got me bent, straddling the fence That's what your ass get for not making sense Later, bitch I can't necessarily get excited if it ain't make me rich Sit back, watching niggas cap on my patient shit They like, "dang, where you get all that game?" Born and raised in it I ain't even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it If it's funk, pull up at your door Bitch, we catering Countin' bread in between her legs, while she play with it I was getting glorious gawk-gawk from a Gloria Too many drunken nights at the Waldorf Historia Pull them to the side The panties was from Victoria Pussy give me drive for the future like DeLoreans Dreaming of dating Zendaya, watching Euphoria We both from The Town, its levels she many stories up Way too horny of a Warrior, I'm a whore-ior Niggas copy what I did but always do it cornier Cartiers on my cornea, I'm not a normie, bruh Bitches wanna hold me back, never wanna hold me up Texting GOATs like "ain't no fucking way he know me, bruh" What the fuck he say? Matter fact, he trying to hoe me, bruh I can't let them get put me in my feelings, throwing stone me up Stone Island coat, Stone Cold stunner on a slut I was rock hard getting sucked at my opp's, candle light No shame, it was fun They say, keep your enemies close to the front So I found every zero, now I'll always be the one Ayy, niggas got me bent, straddling the fence That's what your ass get for not making sense Later, bitch I can't necessarily get excited if it ain't make me rich Sit back, watching niggas cap on my patient shit They like, "dang, where you get all that game?" Born and raised in it I ain't even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it If it's funk, pull up at your door Bitch, we catering Countin' bread in between her legs, while she play with it She a Wilhelmina model, I took that ho to Popeyes She a rich bitch, but I'm still gon' feed her hot fries Most these rappers chicken, I'm ready with the pot pies I knew I took his chick, the key is that we locked eyes I'm ready for whatever like white women up in Clueless The flow ain't have a tutor, so you know the shit is stupid All my niggas shooting off the love, like they Cupid All young niggas young but they ain't thug, so what you doing? Bitch, I'm in Bape from 2008 9:15, all my money straight I'm feeling myself, don't gotta masturbate I'm eating, I won't pass the plate Since my Grandma passed away I been on these hoes just like birth control Yeah, that pussy fire but it isn't worth a Birkin though Niggas switching sides, I-D-K which one they working though Niggas wanna play until the motherfuckin' curtain close I been payin' all homage to my OGs Said she likes to smoke but she couldn't really roll weed When she lick me up, she on both knees When I catch her out, I'm like, "ho, please" Ayy, niggas got me bent, straddling the fence That's what your ass get for not making sense Later, bitch I can't necessarily get excited if it ain't make me rich Sit back, watching niggas cap on my patient shit They like, "dang, where you get all that game?" Born and raised in it I ain't even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it If it's funk, pull up at your door Bitch, we catering Countin' bread in between her legs, while she play with it, ayy Are we good James Delguapo?