Ay, look look everything big except my body count
Still spending rap game money, fuck bitches talking bout
Told you i'm the biggest statistics and lyrics match my mouth
Mona Scott, can’t pay one bill in my four story house
This p*ssy plain jane, this p*ssy untouched
Yall bitches passed around, bustdown ain’t worth too much
This a skeleton ap, but me im thick as fuck
How the hell i'm passing town in a lamb chop truck
But that's beside the fact how you big but not the racks
How you big can’t name a track, how you big but can’t hang a plaque
Bitches talking chains they CEO bought but go off
Got it out the mud so hell yeah imma show off
Bitch, stop playing with my pen, i been that since 16, a bitch mean
I'm pulling rap hoes cards like the vaccine
Yall seen me on the flatscreen
Imma rap bitch, bad dream
Write raps insance, plus the looks bitch imma cash machine
Bitches taking shots but they n***a chasing me
Got my doors unlocked in hollywood shout out to jason lee
Cause that Glock it stay with me, latto but don’t play with me
He say i got a slick mouth and it get wetter on my knees
Strapped like some jabo jeans
Whats tea cuz we could blow steam
Out of good will, I let bitches have my old things
My old flings
Look, fuck who ain't feeling me
Im in my prime, amazon can't fuck with my delievery on god