[Pre-Verse]
No a young nigga ain’t sobbing
They’ll give me top when I started from the bottom
Imma fold a nigga like an omelet
Put a bitch in the tomb like Tutankhamen
Hold up, hold up, Kishka made a dope beat, whoa!
[Verse 1]
No a young nigga ain’t sobbing
They’ll give me top when I started from the bottom, bitch
Imma fold a nigga like an omelet
Put a bitch in the tomb like Tutankhamen
Lightskin nigga but no i’m not Common
All I want is pussy bitch, ion do talking
Come over here and start sucking and slobbing
Like Chris Paul, nigga imma keep lobbing, bitch
Now you don’t wanna be a thottie?
Imma fuck you, you can get some more bodies, uh
She gets on her knees for a dollar
Accurate raps likе Brees in the pocket
Like mе and Luka, I really lost it
I don’t fuck with these rats, nor possums
In a few years, i’m flying to Boston
While these haters are gone and forgotten
But they want me to reminisce
No damn more will I beg for a bitch
Back when I had crushes, a nigga was blushing
I wanted to fuck but my friends had to snitch
Stop playing with me, lil bitch I got sticks
Jalen Ramsey how i’m getting a pick
You can beg if you want, and make a wish
But you’re not getting this dick
[Chorus]
They gonna laugh, after they gave me last
Niggas thought that I was mad
They came back, and I got back on her ass
I gave her 6 and a half, I’m boutta spaz
Don’t come asking for a stack, cuz you were fake in the past
Bitch that’s a fact
I’m running fast on the track
Y’all might wanna run it back
[Verse 2]
And i’m running fast
Cuz imma be way ahead, and y’all still running to class
I could give a fuck if you think my rapping is trash
My nigga I ain’t even ask
I’m in my bag, i’m talking duffies
These bitches is soft as a damn rubber ducky
If a bitch don’t like me, then imma say fuck it
Get out of my face ho, all you hoes ugly
They acting nutty, I got no allergies
I’m getting paid, Steph Curry's salary
Charlotte's the best, there is no analogy
Damn, I can’t get this feeling outta me
It is that feeling where i’m in my feelings
I was catching feelings like i’m Adam Thielen
But her body count is higher than the ceiling
I rep the Packers, and you like the Steelers?
Bitch shut the fuck up, before I stab you in the liver
It’s Baby Jace and imma fuck the babysitter
These hoes gave me a taste that’s bitter
Say that shit to my face and don’t whisper
I’m shitting on you motherfuckers like a pigeon
Got ranked last, she’s ain’t fucking with a nigga
It’s fun and games, till I pull out my dick and I bang, bang, bang on your sister, bitch
Actually ion even miss her
Cuz she got this lil fag nigga kissing
I like you and I don’t mean to diss you
But please stop posting this fag for a minute
And i’m feeling like i’m Johnathan cuz ion got a limit
And I don’t play soccer but you can come and kick it
Your friends gon jump me? They ain’t really wit it
You can get all of your bitches
[Chorus]
They gonna laugh, after they gave me last
Niggas thought that I was mad
They came back, and I got back on her ass
I gave her 6 and a half, I’m boutta spaz
Don’t come asking for a stack, cuz you were fake in the past
Bitch that’s a fact
I’m running fast on the track
Y’all might wanna run it back
[Outro]
Ayo, play that jawn again
I got you, g
No a young nigga ain’t sobbing
They’ll give me top when I started from the bottom
Imma fold a nigga like an omelet
Put a bitch in the tomb like Tutankhamen
Hold up, hold up, Kishka made a dope beat, whoa!
[Verse 1]
No a young nigga ain’t sobbing
They’ll give me top when I started from the bottom, bitch
Imma fold a nigga like an omelet
Put a bitch in the tomb like Tutankhamen
Lightskin nigga but no i’m not Common
All I want is pussy bitch, ion do talking
Come over here and start sucking and slobbing
Like Chris Paul, nigga imma keep lobbing, bitch
Now you don’t wanna be a thottie?
Imma fuck you, you can get some more bodies, uh
She gets on her knees for a dollar
Accurate raps likе Brees in the pocket
Like mе and Luka, I really lost it
I don’t fuck with these rats, nor possums
In a few years, i’m flying to Boston
While these haters are gone and forgotten
But they want me to reminisce
No damn more will I beg for a bitch
Back when I had crushes, a nigga was blushing
I wanted to fuck but my friends had to snitch
Stop playing with me, lil bitch I got sticks
Jalen Ramsey how i’m getting a pick
You can beg if you want, and make a wish
But you’re not getting this dick
[Chorus]
They gonna laugh, after they gave me last
Niggas thought that I was mad
They came back, and I got back on her ass
I gave her 6 and a half, I’m boutta spaz
Don’t come asking for a stack, cuz you were fake in the past
Bitch that’s a fact
I’m running fast on the track
Y’all might wanna run it back
[Verse 2]
And i’m running fast
Cuz imma be way ahead, and y’all still running to class
I could give a fuck if you think my rapping is trash
My nigga I ain’t even ask
I’m in my bag, i’m talking duffies
These bitches is soft as a damn rubber ducky
If a bitch don’t like me, then imma say fuck it
Get out of my face ho, all you hoes ugly
They acting nutty, I got no allergies
I’m getting paid, Steph Curry's salary
Charlotte's the best, there is no analogy
Damn, I can’t get this feeling outta me
It is that feeling where i’m in my feelings
I was catching feelings like i’m Adam Thielen
But her body count is higher than the ceiling
I rep the Packers, and you like the Steelers?
Bitch shut the fuck up, before I stab you in the liver
It’s Baby Jace and imma fuck the babysitter
These hoes gave me a taste that’s bitter
Say that shit to my face and don’t whisper
I’m shitting on you motherfuckers like a pigeon
Got ranked last, she’s ain’t fucking with a nigga
It’s fun and games, till I pull out my dick and I bang, bang, bang on your sister, bitch
Actually ion even miss her
Cuz she got this lil fag nigga kissing
I like you and I don’t mean to diss you
But please stop posting this fag for a minute
And i’m feeling like i’m Johnathan cuz ion got a limit
And I don’t play soccer but you can come and kick it
Your friends gon jump me? They ain’t really wit it
You can get all of your bitches
[Chorus]
They gonna laugh, after they gave me last
Niggas thought that I was mad
They came back, and I got back on her ass
I gave her 6 and a half, I’m boutta spaz
Don’t come asking for a stack, cuz you were fake in the past
Bitch that’s a fact
I’m running fast on the track
Y’all might wanna run it back
[Outro]
Ayo, play that jawn again
I got you, g
( Baby Jace )
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