Bipolameana

Stalker I pulls up to yo momma house
Then I pops out
Call the coppers out
Jumps out
knife in hand I ain't playing
I'm insane. A lil lame
But who's to blame
Mind hearing things
And yes she listening
Oh yo ass about to go missing
Saw you mmm mmm kissing
That bitch last night but I thought
You was at the fight . With your boys
But you out here chasing toys
Clown ass playing victim
Ima Stab you with this venom
Bipolar meaner then any other bitch before me
Like goddess I'm glory
Having you praying all holy
Holy holy
Yea she's scary insane asylum
Lock me up throw away the key
Best believe she don't need to be free
Put show on you better pay me
Benjamin's blue faces
Yes I'm money races
Smoking bud don't leave no traces
Yes we smoking aces

Creeping is sleeping are you woke
Let me clear my throat
Speaks what's on mental
Disorder bipolar I want ya
Cut from a different cloth
Ass mildly soft
Smoking on the fines so I cough
Pause for a second
That's shit was strong

You kno I needs ya heavens sent
Go get me a piece of paper
Write my thoughts down for a bit
Hennessy take a sip
Get high and just rip
The notes I'm storing in my mental
Explode upon the paper
Deranged a little
So I played with rolling papers

Eased my brain from the pain Niggas
Speak lies but they not all the same
Love nah not right now is u a clown
Must be cuz u kidding around

Stalker I pulls up to yo momma house
Then I pops out
Call the coppers out
Jumps out
knife in hand I ain't playin
I'm insane. A lil lame
But who's to blame
Mind hearing things
And yes she listening
Yes she listening
Yes she listening
Bipolamena then any other broads before me
I told you I was crazy baby
Goddess holy holy
Goddess holy holy
Bipolameana
Bipolameana



Credits
Writer(s): Chante Malone
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