Fawk !T

There he is! There's my favorite white boy

Shorty she got a bitch
Fuck her then toss the bitch
Faded we send her back home
Lit in the kitchen side bitch doing dishes
The ILLISS VANILLA, I'm cold

I don't know don't wanna know
Slam em down like dominoes
Heart fallin Geronimo
Got his main bitch hitting higher notes

Vibe to strong know that I'm bound to blow
Laughing at you goofys, comico
Can't nobody tell me nada hoe
Lately feeling cold abominal
Couped up in this bitch like vamanos
Aye yeah

No being nervous can't hide behind curtains
They know when I surface I hit the beat surfing
You're just a burden ain't no picture perfect

Get on my mufuckin' nerves n I'm purging
I love a bitch that looks better in person
Swagga n knowledge I merge em, feeling the burn
n tables I turned em, self made I earned it
I am not verbal, fuck all the talking
Put em in coffins. Hit the gas, coughing
Faded so often, open my mind ona track
Might get lost in. See ya tomorrow

Down down bad like J.I.D.
Wanna get the business come see me
C3P - O R you just 2 stupid to compete with me? - uh

Bumpin' shit through the window - uh
Facetime yo bitch from a kindle - uh
Pull out my hair, lookin' metal- uh
Pan handle you like tin foil - uh

Honestly
Give you the policy
That is dishonesty
You try to body me?
You try to slaughter me
It do not bother me
Give you lobotomy
Scootin' ya bitch out from under me
She wanna slobber me
JMC dynasty
Do not dishonor me
Do not disservice me
If you no heard of me
It no occur to me
I am like lottery
I just want currency

Rockin' and rollin', I'm stopping the holding
My money ain't foldin', my money is pulling
This shit is so easy from peazy to lemon to squeezy
I'm rockin' imported, the weather breezy
I'm hittin' the stu' like wichester repeating
Controllin', so shout out weezy
I'm honing on singing so listen
I rap in the moment but I am not peakin' - bitch

Fuck it imma get it, who gon' stop me
Better body guard your body
Don't get cocky, end up buried in the tropics
I'm like Jason playin' hockey, word to Jodie
Word to Flocky, 'maginary
Guess I gotta foster up on all these copies - heeeh

Thank you JMC Music, my fuckin guy



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Writer(s): Jaylen Coker
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