Mass Appeal
I don't give a fuck about no bitch
Bout no bitch
Bout no motherfucking bitch
I don't give a fuck about no bitch
Bout no bitch
Bout no motherfucking bitch
I ain't got no six pack and my bitch ain't got no stomach
Abundance of all these fuck boys tryna be the next up and coming
Stunna spitter, nobody slicker than Luey
I'm a bowling alley
Slippin' dick in bitches slit she thick like trucker dip lip
Yeah bruh this little fucker sick shit
New kid kicking it like Detroit Witless
Pause, pause
Pause
I brought my own set of balls to the game like the home team
Packing more punch than a black girls groceries
Pressure in my head, gotta put on for my homies
Flyin' eggs at bitches, Like hoe you don't fucking know me
I don't give a fuck about no bitch
Bout no bitch
Bout no motherfucking bitch
I don't give a fuck about no bitch
Bout no bitch,
Bout no motherfucking bitch
I don't give a fuck about no bitch,
Bout no bitch
Bout no motherfucking bitch
I don't give a fuck about no bitch
Bout no bitch,
Bout no motherfucking bitch
Don't know you
Don't know you
'Scuse me, I don't know you
Yo I always gotta strap
Fuck that baby mama drama
Getting comma after comma
Still I'm humping like a lama
And I spit too
Lyrically dropping niggas bodies like Ninjitsu, Woo
There goes the roof
Niggas steady talking murder but they ain't got no proof
You got bodies nigga
Shit, but where they at tho
I play ya hoe like multi players off of smash bros
Then take ya bitch and film a flick like we was bang-bros
Not just production, I'm directing my erection
Feet hanging out the window as I turnt the intersection, In a drop top
Twelves jumping out the speakers like its hopscotch
I got bitches in my backseat like its bay-watch
I keep a pen up in my hand, I'm getting straight As
I keep a horse up on my hat, I'm getting straight paid
Hasta Luego
I be moving packs off the coast of Turks and Caicos
I could earn some racks and stack em up just like some legos
I could cook a pack and twist it up just like a dreidel
I could fucking mack up on ya bitch like a tomato
Red like a tomato, Got her ripe like a tomato
Shit
(That's right bitch)
(Fucking right)
Bout no bitch
Bout no motherfucking bitch
I don't give a fuck about no bitch
Bout no bitch
Bout no motherfucking bitch
I ain't got no six pack and my bitch ain't got no stomach
Abundance of all these fuck boys tryna be the next up and coming
Stunna spitter, nobody slicker than Luey
I'm a bowling alley
Slippin' dick in bitches slit she thick like trucker dip lip
Yeah bruh this little fucker sick shit
New kid kicking it like Detroit Witless
Pause, pause
Pause
I brought my own set of balls to the game like the home team
Packing more punch than a black girls groceries
Pressure in my head, gotta put on for my homies
Flyin' eggs at bitches, Like hoe you don't fucking know me
I don't give a fuck about no bitch
Bout no bitch
Bout no motherfucking bitch
I don't give a fuck about no bitch
Bout no bitch,
Bout no motherfucking bitch
I don't give a fuck about no bitch,
Bout no bitch
Bout no motherfucking bitch
I don't give a fuck about no bitch
Bout no bitch,
Bout no motherfucking bitch
Don't know you
Don't know you
'Scuse me, I don't know you
Yo I always gotta strap
Fuck that baby mama drama
Getting comma after comma
Still I'm humping like a lama
And I spit too
Lyrically dropping niggas bodies like Ninjitsu, Woo
There goes the roof
Niggas steady talking murder but they ain't got no proof
You got bodies nigga
Shit, but where they at tho
I play ya hoe like multi players off of smash bros
Then take ya bitch and film a flick like we was bang-bros
Not just production, I'm directing my erection
Feet hanging out the window as I turnt the intersection, In a drop top
Twelves jumping out the speakers like its hopscotch
I got bitches in my backseat like its bay-watch
I keep a pen up in my hand, I'm getting straight As
I keep a horse up on my hat, I'm getting straight paid
Hasta Luego
I be moving packs off the coast of Turks and Caicos
I could earn some racks and stack em up just like some legos
I could cook a pack and twist it up just like a dreidel
I could fucking mack up on ya bitch like a tomato
Red like a tomato, Got her ripe like a tomato
Shit
(That's right bitch)
(Fucking right)
Credits
Writer(s): Keith Elam, Christopher Martin
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