No Thots on my Timeline

Yeah, aye, (aye) God damn (woo) Face fact's I'm gonna relapse, oh Face, oh fuckin' hell Face fact's I'm gonna relapse, hm Oh my fucking god Face facts I'm gonna relapse back to smoking All these patches attached I'm looking like a dope fiend Nicotine that massive attack, fuck all the codeine Drop a tier like mack' doin' crack, all these emotions High as fuck, pulling up to the crib and then I dip Had to get some moolah for a cooler looking pack of it Sack a bitch, sack of shit, damagin' my body Lit cigarettes in packets, smoked the whole damn 20, lackin' rich Midnight durry hunt, lookin' round the street for some Run a muck, stayed out all night for ritalin and pizza Riddle in, don't say I'll see ya not the Pipe Piper But I might just swipe you for a smoke, fucking Dora No thots on my timeline, only quality chicks Fuckboy wastin' his time, for quantity of pics Cause he thinkin' she Aurora Borealis, like a quarter surely matters Not a palace, but a wishing well (an out house) Hit the jackpot, aye, yeah I'm in a new lane Give a fuck about what they say, nah I'm rapping gourmet Kids still shit right? Ask who blast's you Not one raising heights, pass due on your avenue Imagine ripping viciously, a savage happened in your street Fuck the industry, initially been killing motherfuckers Like they're selling deets about who, where and when But now bitch your time is up, this DoubleR, I've had enough No thots on my timeline, yeah, aye Facebook, Twitter, even Vine, fuck, nay Sauna hot and kinda nice, whoops JK Don't post for fuckin likes, attention seekin' missile like Woah, you good? You blowin' up my phone Stop tagging me In shit, I've seen the post's, leave me alone Call me cold, I don't flex, my man be master of mince Nacho's and a menace, I finesse but don't call me a smith John Connor to your bitch, I'm bout to terminate her I'm honest with this, common denominator not I'll rap you into pieces, ramen noodles to a hater Beefin' my cup? Boy you be begging for fucks Eating you up, wait, I'm slicing you up Call me the future trunk's, you thot's on my timeline Doin' the most, like you be kissing your own You say you got a hoe but the backyard is invisible Oh, wait, I'm the host Don't shoot when takin' shots, they roll with blanks Magnum that weigh a ton, you making fun of tommy gun Moulin rouge full of thot's they Ratchet no Clank Banging them, cause they begin again You fuckin' dumby son get cock blocked and loaded none Want me to stop the rap, but fucker, I've just begun Bong rip, have sex, light a cigarette that's yum I just fucked a 21 year old for fun I'm on some ignorant other shit Don't fuck with thots, but biting tongues is only the rud of it I'll skull your rhyme before you even think to stutter, dick I'm 17, but by the time you hear of me, you'll be in trouble riding it Hate me now, and say you've be bumping the one and only YDoubleR John William, bitch, aye