Dark Humor
Aye
If lon don't say it don't shit happen
Free my cuz Tim hold it down
Bitch we be been trapping
Freaky bitch off the perk dick she want the pill action
Cut yo man's down into halves he a new fraction
Been out the way chasing blues I just been stacking
Bitch badder then my last one we the new Jackson's
The bars getting really sticky watch how I get traction
Might start singing on the beats I'm the new Braxton
This bitch pussy was trash I can't get up in the D
I had to spit on her back and was like "hol up I gotta pee"
Ate her son fruit snacks I even let that nigga see
Then had to dip out the front
Ain't heard from that bitch inna week
Say bibs you that nigga where you stay at
I sit courtside and she on the games
But I don't play that
You don't want yo nigga to know nun boo then why you ain't just say that
She texted back like "you single"
I even know what to say back
Had to hit that bitch again that I ghosted for a week
Her son mad as fuck he look like he wanted to beef
Had to rake some shit in this blunt
I ain't talking bout no leaves
He was talking bout the mob
Well his gang about to grief
I don't like that flow
Know this bitch that her tittys pierced she from the eight one zero
My main bitch ask me if I was cheating I said I don't know
The girl the that I ghosted last week was really a hoe
If lon don't say it don't shit happen
Free my cuz Tim hold it down
Bitch we be been trapping
Freaky bitch off the perk dick she want the pill action
Cut yo man's down into halves he a new fraction
Been out the way chasing blues I just been stacking
Bitch badder then my last one we the new Jackson's
The bars getting really sticky watch how I get traction
Might start singing on the beats I'm the new Braxton
This bitch pussy was trash I can't get up in the D
I had to spit on her back and was like "hol up I gotta pee"
Ate her son fruit snacks I even let that nigga see
Then had to dip out the front
Ain't heard from that bitch inna week
Say bibs you that nigga where you stay at
I sit courtside and she on the games
But I don't play that
You don't want yo nigga to know nun boo then why you ain't just say that
She texted back like "you single"
I even know what to say back
Had to hit that bitch again that I ghosted for a week
Her son mad as fuck he look like he wanted to beef
Had to rake some shit in this blunt
I ain't talking bout no leaves
He was talking bout the mob
Well his gang about to grief
I don't like that flow
Know this bitch that her tittys pierced she from the eight one zero
My main bitch ask me if I was cheating I said I don't know
The girl the that I ghosted last week was really a hoe
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Writer(s): Elon Gary
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