Born For This
Ayo Kupid
What's poppin
Trying to run this bitch down to the West Coast real quick
Bet!
Haha yeah turn me up
Yuh aye aye aye aye aye aye yuh damn ok
Yuh Yuh Yuh Let's get it baby fuck em up
Call up cuddi poppin' out we gettin' lit today
Shawty say she love the style she loving how I drip today
She love how I grip that K she love how I do it like that
She love how I put a beam on his head and get a pricetag
Since the genesis baby we was born for this shit
Sticks and stones may break my bones but my words could get you hit
Trying to claim me for my worth well let me tell you what it is
I could put you in the dirt and then smoke you up like a mid
I'm the hottest on the earth you should come and fuck with the kid
All the junkies poppin' perks when we pull up to pop his lid
Say he gonna get me I bet he never made it there (he didn't)
Better quit the crying all that bullshit we ain't playin' fair
Taking off like a rocket baby we go to the stars
Think I'm smoking too much I just saw Elon on mars
I don't really takes xans but I'm always poppin' bars
I just want to make bands that's just why I go so hard
Cut off all my fake friends that"s why I be feeling light
If you feeling down call me up I can get you right
Playing with your life bitch promise that's the wrong move
You gon' start a crisis fucking with the wrong crew
We gone go and pop out that's just what I wan' do
Roll me up a cone maybe bring me a lil' blunt too
Got my little homie with me he say he wan' stunt too
Sticking that lead to his skin like a tatoo
Shawty stackin' bread she just wanna get that bag too
Demons in my head them bitches got me in a bad mood
Turn him to a hashtag
Turn him to a tattoo
Alright I'm finna wet him up and imma put him on a shirt too
Don't talk on OCD bitch I would hate to have to hurt you
They pretend to rap but really want the shit that we do
And opposition get wrapped up kinda like my weed do
Hit with some clippers in his scalp fuck up his hair-do
We finna slide up on the opps 'cause they scared too
Take his chain spin back for his watch
That's on 302 (fuck C-Loc)
Knock him out I'm punching out lil' bro loose tooth
Bullets connected to him Bluetooth
Ain't no fingerprints this ain't blues clues
Don't piss me off 'cause I'm a cool dude
I've been sipping on wok that shit got me floating
Like I'm finna put him to sleep Melatonin
Blingin' all my shit stupid like my name iLoveMakonnen
And I don't fuck with the rats so I'm swiping out the rodents
And I'm gonna fuck on your bitch and I ain't even use no trojan
Fuck on that hoe kick her out of the crib and now that bitch got ghosted
Bitch I'm speeding going a hundred in a forty-five
Kill a beat first degree it's a homocide
Step in the streets keep that heat glued by my side
All of this shit is off the dome 'cause I don't like to write
Smokin' opps like lil' Darkie it's a genocide
And fuck these hoes they always lying for a peice of mind (Kupid)
Kupid
What's poppin
Trying to run this bitch down to the West Coast real quick
Bet!
Haha yeah turn me up
Yuh aye aye aye aye aye aye yuh damn ok
Yuh Yuh Yuh Let's get it baby fuck em up
Call up cuddi poppin' out we gettin' lit today
Shawty say she love the style she loving how I drip today
She love how I grip that K she love how I do it like that
She love how I put a beam on his head and get a pricetag
Since the genesis baby we was born for this shit
Sticks and stones may break my bones but my words could get you hit
Trying to claim me for my worth well let me tell you what it is
I could put you in the dirt and then smoke you up like a mid
I'm the hottest on the earth you should come and fuck with the kid
All the junkies poppin' perks when we pull up to pop his lid
Say he gonna get me I bet he never made it there (he didn't)
Better quit the crying all that bullshit we ain't playin' fair
Taking off like a rocket baby we go to the stars
Think I'm smoking too much I just saw Elon on mars
I don't really takes xans but I'm always poppin' bars
I just want to make bands that's just why I go so hard
Cut off all my fake friends that"s why I be feeling light
If you feeling down call me up I can get you right
Playing with your life bitch promise that's the wrong move
You gon' start a crisis fucking with the wrong crew
We gone go and pop out that's just what I wan' do
Roll me up a cone maybe bring me a lil' blunt too
Got my little homie with me he say he wan' stunt too
Sticking that lead to his skin like a tatoo
Shawty stackin' bread she just wanna get that bag too
Demons in my head them bitches got me in a bad mood
Turn him to a hashtag
Turn him to a tattoo
Alright I'm finna wet him up and imma put him on a shirt too
Don't talk on OCD bitch I would hate to have to hurt you
They pretend to rap but really want the shit that we do
And opposition get wrapped up kinda like my weed do
Hit with some clippers in his scalp fuck up his hair-do
We finna slide up on the opps 'cause they scared too
Take his chain spin back for his watch
That's on 302 (fuck C-Loc)
Knock him out I'm punching out lil' bro loose tooth
Bullets connected to him Bluetooth
Ain't no fingerprints this ain't blues clues
Don't piss me off 'cause I'm a cool dude
I've been sipping on wok that shit got me floating
Like I'm finna put him to sleep Melatonin
Blingin' all my shit stupid like my name iLoveMakonnen
And I don't fuck with the rats so I'm swiping out the rodents
And I'm gonna fuck on your bitch and I ain't even use no trojan
Fuck on that hoe kick her out of the crib and now that bitch got ghosted
Bitch I'm speeding going a hundred in a forty-five
Kill a beat first degree it's a homocide
Step in the streets keep that heat glued by my side
All of this shit is off the dome 'cause I don't like to write
Smokin' opps like lil' Darkie it's a genocide
And fuck these hoes they always lying for a peice of mind (Kupid)
Kupid
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Writer(s): Elijah Butler
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