F.B. Crazy
I don't give a *, bitch
Next
Can't get right
Then you gettin' left
Then you gettin' left
You tryna make me mad about a bitch
Don't give a *, I got racks
Johnny's comin' through the front
Don't give a *, I'm out the back
Bitch looked at my wrist
She said, ooh, he in his bag
When I put up in that *
She said, ooh, that's not a jab
She got on top of my dick
And she rode it mighty fast
* a runner, put a mirror on
Haters big mad
Beat the pussy so good
Bitch had a whiplash
Nigga out the Glock on him
He damn near had a hot flash
I'm too much of a joint
And you can't top that
If we see some shots at him
They gon' say,
Send the cops back
They ain't really like that
In the county, J
I heard you was a J-cat
Nigga got up on you
Can you tell him you ain't say that?
Tops got up on you
With them Glocks
You ain't spray back
Stop, bitch
All up on my dick
Told her, get back
Until I put that Henny in my system
Had her runnin' laps
When I pop up on the scene
Better pay me my respect
But you think this Glock *
I ain't wearin' by no threats
Talk to funk, bitch
Stop doin' all that poppin'
And do text
How the * you broke, bitch?
You got a pussy in the neck
Bitch said I'm childish
Cause I broke up with her
Through a text
I don't give a *, bitch
Next
Can't get right
Then you gettin' left
Then you gettin' left
If a bitch can't get right
Then best believe she gettin' left
Anything you own
Bitch in the box to the left
But you are not Beyonce
You can get some dick
But you could not be my fiance
If you wanna be my bitch
It's goin' my way
If not, * it
You can hit the highway
We done spent again
And again
And again
They don't hang out
She said where the trophies in the city
I had to pop out
Tiny J, he can handle it
That nigga dropped out
My tiny did him scandless
And wore they block out
She looked at my fit
She said I'm a bitch
She said, ooh, you on the *
She r-set up, I did my *
She said, ooh, you got dick
He on the phone all day with the bitch
Simp
I got 15 bitches on my roster
Pimp
Why that nigga never come around
Snitch
Why the hoes can't see me up in traffic
Tent
When I pop up on the scene
Better pay me my respect
What you think this Glock for?
I ain't wearin' by no threats
Talk to Bonk, bitch
Stop doin' all that poppin'
It's through text
How the * you broke, bitch?
You got a pussy in the neck
Bitch said I'm childish
Cause I broke up with her
Through a text
I don't give a *, bitch
Next
Can't get right
Then you gettin' left
Then you gettin' left
You gettin' left, bitch