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