It's a floodsport, bitch
It's a floodsport
Just took a Korean script to the drug store
I'm tryna' get me a bag I need a truck for
Yeezy 700's. F*ck I want some Chucks for?
I be stone facing bitches, Mount Rushmore
I could cold case you, kid, so press your luck more
I got two left feet but got a third leg
Got lil' shorty f*ckin' that up like a dance floor
Dog, how you got drip but you musty?
Any bitch that f*ck with you is disgusting
And he can't even find his voice
It's a singalong
I made this shit look simple like down syndrome
Damn! Someone always tripping bout my skintone
Probably 'cause I'm seasoned like Creole
Ain't got no red bones
And I'm in my bag like a tourist, I get my carry on
I give him the meet, no greet, dick sucker. Carry on
And I shoot it straight from the shoulder like Shawn Marion
My boo thing vegan, She taste like a vegetarian
Dude, you sound thirsty as hell & Its not relatable
I speak my truth and I'm shameless like Carl Gallagher
And he small caliber
Won't do no damage
Why you tryna' f*ck with a pro
When you so amateur
People artificial these days
And that's not natural
Jealousy is to be expected
So I ain't mad at you
I'm a big cat to him
Ain't get no thanks from him
This the year I'm checkin these weirdos
Just like I bank with them
And I got him mad from a distance
That's that range on him
Told me come on back another day
I still rained on him
Bitch
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It's a floodsport, bitch
It's a floodsport
Just took a Korean script to the drug store
I'm tryna' get me a bag I need a truck for
Yeezy 700's. F*ck I want some Chucks for?
I be stone facing bitches, Mount Rushmore
I could cold case you, kid, so press your luck more
I got two left feet but got a third leg
Got lil' shorty f*ckin' that up like a dance floor
Dog, how you got drip but you musty?
Any bitch that f*ck with you is disgusting
And he can't even find his voice
It's a singalong
I made this shit look simple like down syndrome
Damn! Someone always tripping bout my skintone
Probably 'cause I'm seasoned like Creole
Ain't got no red bones
And I'm in my bag like a tourist, I get my carry on
I give him the meet, no greet, dick sucker. Carry on
And I shoot it straight from the shoulder like Shawn Marion
My boo thing vegan, She taste like a vegetarian
Dude, you sound thirsty as hell & Its not relatable
I speak my truth and I'm shameless like Carl Gallagher
And he small caliber
Won't do no damage
Why you tryna' f*ck with a pro
When you so amateur
People artificial these days
And that's not natural
Jealousy is to be expected
So I ain't mad at you
I'm a big cat to him
Ain't get no thanks from him
This the year I'm checkin these weirdos
Just like I bank with them
And I got him mad from a distance
That's that range on him
Told me come on back another day
I still rained on him
Bitch
It's a floodsport
Just took a Korean script to the drug store
I'm tryna' get me a bag I need a truck for
Yeezy 700's. F*ck I want some Chucks for?
I be stone facing bitches, Mount Rushmore
I could cold case you, kid, so press your luck more
I got two left feet but got a third leg
Got lil' shorty f*ckin' that up like a dance floor
Dog, how you got drip but you musty?
Any bitch that f*ck with you is disgusting
And he can't even find his voice
It's a singalong
I made this shit look simple like down syndrome
Damn! Someone always tripping bout my skintone
Probably 'cause I'm seasoned like Creole
Ain't got no red bones
And I'm in my bag like a tourist, I get my carry on
I give him the meet, no greet, dick sucker. Carry on
And I shoot it straight from the shoulder like Shawn Marion
My boo thing vegan, She taste like a vegetarian
Dude, you sound thirsty as hell & Its not relatable
I speak my truth and I'm shameless like Carl Gallagher
And he small caliber
Won't do no damage
Why you tryna' f*ck with a pro
When you so amateur
People artificial these days
And that's not natural
Jealousy is to be expected
So I ain't mad at you
I'm a big cat to him
Ain't get no thanks from him
This the year I'm checkin these weirdos
Just like I bank with them
And I got him mad from a distance
That's that range on him
Told me come on back another day
I still rained on him
Bitch
Writer: Benjamin Moreno
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