On All Bullshit

Nigga had the nerves to try to, you know
Like cut in the line at McDonald's and shit
I told that nigga
Boy don't get yo ass killed over a Mcdouble

Purple jeans like my momma
Sipping activist
Even if Rihanna was my bitch
I'm still on savage shit
Ex trying to factor a nigga out
Like a panelist
Told bro nem' if we crashed out
We surviving the accident
Finessed her out the head
Like she got braided by the Africans
Jack got the hard for the low
Check the new balances
I told that bitch I'm snipped
Busted on her lip
I don't like scavenging
Steel on my waist
While I go shopping
Like a mannequin
The world in my hands
While I count up
With all these calluses
Look at kid knee
Can't marry bitches need dialysis
The lady of yo dreams be the hoe
I say come grab the bitch
Send the lo, my frontier soldiers
With all the traveling I swear these rubbers
Hot upon this scat
I got drac in it, shot yo mans
Now he leaning on yo help
Like you got drank in it
Always cuffing bitches
That's my problem
Now, I hate bitches
Call that bitch Atlanta
Friend-zoned her it's a weight limit
Shells hit his top
It's Red Lobster in his fitted cap
He can't stomach bullets
That's his ass inside that shitty bag
That ain't my bitch I still hit her
With my thieving ass
So much water on these Cartiers
Like I'm grieving bad
Hold on, hold on we get on they ass
Hot nigga with a cold bitch
Like I made summer mad
Call me mr put that shitty on
With my humble ass
Tell me what's the wave
When I been wavy, like a ruffle bag

I swear that nigga ain't on nothing
Like his name Nathan
Swear I ain't falling for a bitch
Unless her name Grace
Stop with all that dissing
You ain't turnt
That shit sound good playing
Richard Hamilton be the Cartiers
Had to bust the face
Hold on, hold on I'm on bullshit
Hold on, hold on I'm on bullshit
Hold on, hold on I'm on bullshit
Hold on, lil bitch I'm on bullshit

Had to show my face
For me to fuck
Cause she like me a lot
Remy Martin sipping with this bitch
Icy and hot
Pull off in a demon
With lil Christian Dior over the socks
Call this cougar bitch fo'nicky
She letting me drive
Shit I keep her in my pocket
That's change on the side
Shit she say she thirty eight
But the bitch forty five
She want you to hit it on her period
I ain't repping the five
But I'm a slide
Cause the brain illiterate
Do this for Ms. Gladys
I'm the runt and stepping militant
Ten steps ahead and do my dance
And still get ignorant
Ain't want to hit the show
But the mama want me booked
I just got the sauce
She want me booked because she feeling me
Gitchy, gitchy yaya
She a problem off the casa
Hold on, duh got me feeling like casada
Damn, got me bussing off the knowledge
Wipe yo face with this hunnit
Knowledge pay her way through college
Hold on
Why the fuck you bullshitting
Hold on
Why the fuck you bullshitting
See me with yo aunty
Then, you know that I'm just hitting
See me with yo granny
Mind yo muthafucking business

I swear that nigga ain't on nothing
Like his name Nathan
Swear I ain't falling for a bitch
Unless her name Grace
Stop with all that dissing
You ain't turnt
That shit sound good playing
Richard Hamilton be the Cartiers
Had to bust the face
Hold on, hold on
I'm on bullshit
Hold on, hold on
I'm on bullshit
Hold on, hold on
I'm on bullshit
Hold on, lil bitch I'm on bullshit