22 Bars
I'll sue your parents and get court money every day
They pay your rent, I'm spendin' your money every day
I'm with your bitch, I'm a whore scammer for the pay
She look like an alien from Warhammer 40K
In the studio, take me one minute to write a song
Showed the cops how to hit a lick on a ride along
Better watch yourself around the heat, like the fire's on
Why you wanna know my government, you got a wire on?
Fuckin' dumbass
I gave your bitch more rides than a bus pass
He said it's forty for a thousand, I said fuck that
I got the Glock twenty-three with the drum mag
Never on no gimmick shit, I spit it fuckin' wicked
All these bitches on my dick and I don't even know these women
I don't do this every day, but when I do it's off the top
Off the Ritalin and pot
I don't fuck around with opps
I don't fuck around with bitches that be snitchin' to the cops
Makin' cash, makin' money, makin' motherfuckin' dough
I was posted in the trap with a hundred grams of dope
The other nine's in the whip
I got the nine on my hip
I'll do a line in the blink of an eye
And lose my mind when I'm drinkin' and drivin'
Passed out behind the wheel with my eyes open, smilin'
They pay your rent, I'm spendin' your money every day
I'm with your bitch, I'm a whore scammer for the pay
She look like an alien from Warhammer 40K
In the studio, take me one minute to write a song
Showed the cops how to hit a lick on a ride along
Better watch yourself around the heat, like the fire's on
Why you wanna know my government, you got a wire on?
Fuckin' dumbass
I gave your bitch more rides than a bus pass
He said it's forty for a thousand, I said fuck that
I got the Glock twenty-three with the drum mag
Never on no gimmick shit, I spit it fuckin' wicked
All these bitches on my dick and I don't even know these women
I don't do this every day, but when I do it's off the top
Off the Ritalin and pot
I don't fuck around with opps
I don't fuck around with bitches that be snitchin' to the cops
Makin' cash, makin' money, makin' motherfuckin' dough
I was posted in the trap with a hundred grams of dope
The other nine's in the whip
I got the nine on my hip
I'll do a line in the blink of an eye
And lose my mind when I'm drinkin' and drivin'
Passed out behind the wheel with my eyes open, smilin'
Credits
Writer(s): May Johnson
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