Mr. Fantastic
Yeah, my cheese stretchy
I do what I want, I don't need blessin'
Yeah, I don't need guessin'
If you don't know, shut the fuck up
I don't need questions
Put your hand down
Yes, I think I got it, any more questions
Yes, I blow exotic and record records
Hell yeah, bitch, I'm poppin', I was born special
Bitch, I'm the top dog, so I got more deference
She won't top me off if I'm recordin' that shit
Man, I swear to God, I hate a boring-ass bitch
I work too damn hard to not get what I deserve
Skinny nigga, but I still can put in the work
This bitch know I sauced her, so she called me a flirt
She just said I'm awesome, I'm like, haven't you heard?
I been talked to God and he had told me my worth
Fuck about that thot lil' bitch, my feelings ain't hurt
I be chillin' now, I need some new Gucci brrr
This bitch wildin' out, I need some coochie for sure
Put up with your mouth cause you my hoochie for sure
Yeah, my cheese stretchy
I do what I want, I don't need blessin'
Yeah, I don't need guessin'
If you don't know, shut the fuck up, I don't need questions
Yeah, yeah, you a opp now
Pull up on me, bitch, and you gon' see heaven
Yeah, oh you need blessings?
Why the fuck you come see me?
Nigga, go see reverends
Yeah, nigga, seek reverence (Find God)
Yeah, nigga, seek reverence (Find God)
Yeah, nigga, seek reverence
Kill a nigga, I won't leave evidence
I'm the GOAT and it's evident (That shit evident)
Rest in peace, Evelyn
I do what I want, I don't need blessin'
Yeah, I don't need guessin'
If you don't know, shut the fuck up
I don't need questions
Put your hand down
Yes, I think I got it, any more questions
Yes, I blow exotic and record records
Hell yeah, bitch, I'm poppin', I was born special
Bitch, I'm the top dog, so I got more deference
She won't top me off if I'm recordin' that shit
Man, I swear to God, I hate a boring-ass bitch
I work too damn hard to not get what I deserve
Skinny nigga, but I still can put in the work
This bitch know I sauced her, so she called me a flirt
She just said I'm awesome, I'm like, haven't you heard?
I been talked to God and he had told me my worth
Fuck about that thot lil' bitch, my feelings ain't hurt
I be chillin' now, I need some new Gucci brrr
This bitch wildin' out, I need some coochie for sure
Put up with your mouth cause you my hoochie for sure
Yeah, my cheese stretchy
I do what I want, I don't need blessin'
Yeah, I don't need guessin'
If you don't know, shut the fuck up, I don't need questions
Yeah, yeah, you a opp now
Pull up on me, bitch, and you gon' see heaven
Yeah, oh you need blessings?
Why the fuck you come see me?
Nigga, go see reverends
Yeah, nigga, seek reverence (Find God)
Yeah, nigga, seek reverence (Find God)
Yeah, nigga, seek reverence
Kill a nigga, I won't leave evidence
I'm the GOAT and it's evident (That shit evident)
Rest in peace, Evelyn
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Writer(s): Cameron Foster
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