Flour Batch Kids

They got me started
I'm killin' these rappers they dearly departed
I swear they be floodin' the market
I'm pullin' yo card if you actin' retarded
She let me inside of her organs
She let me fuck cause I'm gorgeous
Or cause I'm funny, it might be the fortune
Fuck it, I don't need a reason I'm sponsored by bitches I need my endorsements
Yeah
Let me talk my shit for a quick minute
Got the all black coupe with a bitch in it
Pockets so thick man they think I got a stick in it
And I'm right back in it
Certified boss I be runnin' my business
All these pussy boys they be runnin' they mouth like
The fuck is y'all talkin' about

I keep a stick on me
Back in the day they would pick on me
Till I got water yeah I got that drip on me
Now they all look at me differently
Rappers wanna mimic me
Bitches wanna lick on me
All in my DM's, they stay try to link with me
This shit was meant for me
I'm on the winning team
Hoe keep that energy
If you gon' mention me, I keep that thing on me
Show no emotion
Bitches like laundry, I spin back and fold em
Oh
I take all my drugs in doses
A 8th of the shrooms with the addy I'm floatin
Say I ain't ill man you gotta be jokin
I'm still the coldest, Gucci Mane burr
All of my bitches be covered in fur
Slip on my yeezys and take em' to church
Woah
My bible, I keep a gun in it
Her bootyhole keep a thumb in it
Sour Patch Kid how I give her the gummy dick
I don't pull out, I just cum in it
I drop a tape and they bumpin' it
They take sound and they run with it
They on some sucka shit
I cannot fuck with it
Don't put my trust in a bitch, no rapper and never the government

Yea, they know wassup with me
Don't give a fuck if you fuck with me
I know they lovin' the thuggery
We not together but they still in love with me

She brought her friend, brought a gun with me
Her boyfriend stay mad, he a son to me
I don't do chances you only get one with me
I cut you off, you ain't nun to me, bitch