Script Buster

Ain't no talking pull drawing sticks like it was Pictionary
Opps saying pull up where we at huh the cemetery?
I know she a hoe she must not know that I was hip already
You a pussy you homeboy a rat you Tom he jerry
I ain't got no time to chill with you boy I get to it
She keep talking bout relationships like is the bitch stupid
I don't give a fuck about yo album you make shit music
I just made ten yesterday already ran through it
Y'all dick riding y'all some hoes
Flashing shit like pick a pose
Call the AK Johnny Dang cause he leave them niggas froze
Red dot we head hunting
AR gotta leg on it
Yo bitch picked me some like cotton so I call her Fred Douglas
I can make her drop her pants I ain't even said nothing
Murder shit go both ways flip it around we red rumming
Now she wanna be with me must of seen this bred coming
Last night I had a dream that a broke boy said something
Shawty said she wanna bang guess she think I'm chief keef
I ain't never need a bitch man these bitches need me
Man don't call yo hoe right now she busy with me knee deep
Some like SWV I'm why yo bitches knees weak
Ran it up we ain't even
When you call she fake sleeping
I had yo bitch on her knees guess she had to thank Jesus
Rod Wave my drac singing
Man I got her daydreaming
When she see me in her dreams she wake up and come take semen
Black tint dark buffies I look like uncle Phil's butler
I be pouring up them eights I'm real life script buster
White bitch cute face fuck it I'mma still cuff her
I trip all day nigga ima pill stuffer
Ain't never had a big homie nigga I look up to me
Catch a opp leave him where he stand I ain't losing sleep
You a thot talking bout breaking hearts I be breaking freaks
Want a feat I'mma charge a fee see what I do to beats



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Collins
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