Elementary
One, dumb bitch that played with your heart
And you just couldn't leave her I guess she was bad huh?
Two, mother fucking snakes that I had to cut off from my life
The world giving me bad luck
Three, bad bitches that I've been macking on
I'm tryna clap every one nigga pray for me
Four, ain't really focused on finding my Whitney
That's pointless this choppa gone sing to me
Why, why, why would you play with me
Hi, hi, hi to all the niggas hating
Just like the song that I made it still feel like I'm running in circles
(That's unreleased though)
ATM I'm done with crazy hoes so find another dude page just to lurk through
(Why is you stalking me?)
Famous nigga putting up triangles starting to think he on illuminati shit
(Oh this nigga bugging)
Why would I want you around other niggas if I want you swear
She don't got common sense (Shhh)
I'm crazy so please tell one of these pussy ass
Niggas to step in the octagon uh
Niggas can't fuck with me dressed like a bumble bee bitch
But I move like I'm Megatron
Hard bitch I'm a star (Am I?) just
Cause we cordial don't mean you my man's bitch its lines so don't cross it
Already took all my L's, and I've been doing well now a nigga ain't taking no losses
Feeling nostalgic I played BO2 with my man's
Watch these zombies get hit with this ray gun
Was in the sun for a grip, and I got darker skin
Now the bitches all think that I'm Haitian
Fuck this hoe just so hardheaded
When I start speaking facts the bitch act like I'm speaking in Patwah
It ain't no worry though setting up plays
Cause I'm already texting the next bitch wagwan
Five, seconds how long it's gone take
When I step off that break hit the pedal I'm doing the dash
Six, brodie just text me he finna come get me hold up almost forgot a mask
Seven of these fucking hollows hit him in his head
Now he not the only nigga with tattoos
Eight, racks that I'll give to the love of my life
She my princess go buy you some glass shoes
Nine artist that I could name with the fame
But they don't deserve a part in the industry uh
Nine bitches that I'm tryna have in the room touching on me
And screaming put dick in me uh
Nine o'clock I'm overthinking my streams am I ass?
I don't think that y'all listening uh
I said that number like three times so R.I.P
Juice and I'm off of this juice in this world that we living in sick
Nigga ten bitches looking when I stepped in the function
They all raising they eyebrows uh (Hello)
Nigga ten niggas invade the yarty now shit done got real
Telling everyone die down (Get down)
Ben 10 and I'm smacking this Omnitrix down in the spot
Bitch its up little nigga heat blasting
Tryna send hits out on me when I'm in my own lane nigga
Now get yo boy out that casket (Oh wow)
Bitch I'm T'd up in mother fucking stu nigga right
fucking now and I'm talking my shit
Been stacking all this money Chris its blood on the leaves
Since these niggas can't get off my dick
Stress every time that I punch in
Cause I can't stop thinking that this shit might be hard to mix (It was)
Fuck round and pull one of these fucking blocks out the beat
Beat yo ass with it cause you a bitch
I need a Gwen with a green SRT Hellcat, Hardy shirt like I'm Kevin 11
Pushing its limits is God gone forgive that I ride in the whip
Like I'm speeding from 12
Really I been doing rapping, I just started taking shit serious
When I was 13, niggas can't hurt me
Ain't even hit three minutes, but somehow a nigga at 14
Bitch niggas saying my name, but I can't even rage
Cause they just talking over they phone
Fifteen, pull up to his little sis quince and give her a gift I'm saying hello (Hey)
Sixteen I'm staring him down
While I'm hugging all his family members I can't forget moms
If I told the world what go on in my mind
Everyday be looked over on seventeen coms
Eighteen I'm finally legal not playing
So who's mom or daughter is tryna get pipe (Wassup)
19.99 what the total came to for the food bitch don't ask for a bite (This my shit)
Used to think fuck hitting twenty
But now I'm just focused on reaching my first twenty bands
21 I'll pick this bottle up the Tron understands
And can get I don't need any friends
On some real shit focus on yo self man these bitches don't care about you
Yo niggas don't care about you
In the end, ain't nobody gone be there with you so move like it
It's that simple
And you just couldn't leave her I guess she was bad huh?
Two, mother fucking snakes that I had to cut off from my life
The world giving me bad luck
Three, bad bitches that I've been macking on
I'm tryna clap every one nigga pray for me
Four, ain't really focused on finding my Whitney
That's pointless this choppa gone sing to me
Why, why, why would you play with me
Hi, hi, hi to all the niggas hating
Just like the song that I made it still feel like I'm running in circles
(That's unreleased though)
ATM I'm done with crazy hoes so find another dude page just to lurk through
(Why is you stalking me?)
Famous nigga putting up triangles starting to think he on illuminati shit
(Oh this nigga bugging)
Why would I want you around other niggas if I want you swear
She don't got common sense (Shhh)
I'm crazy so please tell one of these pussy ass
Niggas to step in the octagon uh
Niggas can't fuck with me dressed like a bumble bee bitch
But I move like I'm Megatron
Hard bitch I'm a star (Am I?) just
Cause we cordial don't mean you my man's bitch its lines so don't cross it
Already took all my L's, and I've been doing well now a nigga ain't taking no losses
Feeling nostalgic I played BO2 with my man's
Watch these zombies get hit with this ray gun
Was in the sun for a grip, and I got darker skin
Now the bitches all think that I'm Haitian
Fuck this hoe just so hardheaded
When I start speaking facts the bitch act like I'm speaking in Patwah
It ain't no worry though setting up plays
Cause I'm already texting the next bitch wagwan
Five, seconds how long it's gone take
When I step off that break hit the pedal I'm doing the dash
Six, brodie just text me he finna come get me hold up almost forgot a mask
Seven of these fucking hollows hit him in his head
Now he not the only nigga with tattoos
Eight, racks that I'll give to the love of my life
She my princess go buy you some glass shoes
Nine artist that I could name with the fame
But they don't deserve a part in the industry uh
Nine bitches that I'm tryna have in the room touching on me
And screaming put dick in me uh
Nine o'clock I'm overthinking my streams am I ass?
I don't think that y'all listening uh
I said that number like three times so R.I.P
Juice and I'm off of this juice in this world that we living in sick
Nigga ten bitches looking when I stepped in the function
They all raising they eyebrows uh (Hello)
Nigga ten niggas invade the yarty now shit done got real
Telling everyone die down (Get down)
Ben 10 and I'm smacking this Omnitrix down in the spot
Bitch its up little nigga heat blasting
Tryna send hits out on me when I'm in my own lane nigga
Now get yo boy out that casket (Oh wow)
Bitch I'm T'd up in mother fucking stu nigga right
fucking now and I'm talking my shit
Been stacking all this money Chris its blood on the leaves
Since these niggas can't get off my dick
Stress every time that I punch in
Cause I can't stop thinking that this shit might be hard to mix (It was)
Fuck round and pull one of these fucking blocks out the beat
Beat yo ass with it cause you a bitch
I need a Gwen with a green SRT Hellcat, Hardy shirt like I'm Kevin 11
Pushing its limits is God gone forgive that I ride in the whip
Like I'm speeding from 12
Really I been doing rapping, I just started taking shit serious
When I was 13, niggas can't hurt me
Ain't even hit three minutes, but somehow a nigga at 14
Bitch niggas saying my name, but I can't even rage
Cause they just talking over they phone
Fifteen, pull up to his little sis quince and give her a gift I'm saying hello (Hey)
Sixteen I'm staring him down
While I'm hugging all his family members I can't forget moms
If I told the world what go on in my mind
Everyday be looked over on seventeen coms
Eighteen I'm finally legal not playing
So who's mom or daughter is tryna get pipe (Wassup)
19.99 what the total came to for the food bitch don't ask for a bite (This my shit)
Used to think fuck hitting twenty
But now I'm just focused on reaching my first twenty bands
21 I'll pick this bottle up the Tron understands
And can get I don't need any friends
On some real shit focus on yo self man these bitches don't care about you
Yo niggas don't care about you
In the end, ain't nobody gone be there with you so move like it
It's that simple
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Writer(s): Damian Pennant
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