Twitterhead

Uh
All bitch
No fists
No pistol
These niggas think they an issue
Dropping college grads
Like the NASDAQ
Confrontation crash they system

You sad we ain't affected
Your meaning got no message
Can't see your brain been vacant
BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!

Pretty girls in this world want war
Cause daddy told 'em
They talk too much

Pretty boys been toying
Playing coy
Cause momma ain't around that much
Uh
No real substantial stances
There ain't no cure for the cancer
Slipping birth charts on his dick
But
She ain't fucking no cancers

Uh
All bitch
No fists
No pistol
These niggas think they an issue
Demanding we mack 'em
Always opinion stacking

Yas queen
Get the bag
Seize all your ex's cash
Get your kid off his ass
Make sure your bitches tagged

Yeah
I disagree
NPCs hunting for me
Speaking in 250s
You're making up the story

Please
You're shitting me
Acting all in your 40s
You sending the police
I'll take all y'all on
I'll take all y'all on

Can't manage this
I got complaints
I turn my mind
Into a bank

Baby I've got facts
That would backhand you
Back to that womb
That you grew from, yeah

I share supersonic
I get the vote
And what's so ironic
Is I'm so alone

Daddy never gave you breath
You're coded to say less
So you post depressed
Killing all except you

No real substantial stances
Dying for a cure to this cancer
Slipping birth charts on his dick
But
She ain't fucking no cancers

Uh
All bitch
No fists
No pistol
These niggas think they an issue

All bitch
No fists
No pistol
These niggas think they an issue

All bitch
No fists
No pistol
These niggas think they an issue

All bitch
No fists
No pistol

All bitch
No fists

If I'm my past
And not my mind
How can I survive this fucking world?



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Writer(s): Case Blue
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