Enphamus - Vasectomy Lyrics

I'm finna get a vasectomy, I'm tired of you hoes I got ten dead kids, I ain't buying no
Strollers I walk around with paper, I need a binder and
Folder Think you'll finesse me at a show I'll shoot the promoter
He dropped a diss and died, I'm guessing he got the exposure
My white bitch look like jorgiana, I'm hoping she blow up
I took my sew coat, they praying I fall while I go up
My cracker made them pass over like BLP kosher
They call me ninety I don't got time to fill up a drum
No KFC, I gave him five and he filled up his gun
My bitch got ARP, that's why she be dressed like a nun
My Akhi partner turn you bacon then read the Quran
My nigga told me that my lyrics could get me indicted
Bitch, this a PJ, not a plane, I can talk to the pilot
I'm in Miami, yacht hoppin, I feel like a pirate
I still be out here pushing weight, I ain't been on no diet
Kai cenat my opp on live, I'm knowing where he sleep at
Look like it's autopilot, that's how far I let the seat back
Spin on a nigga while he streaming, Comments leaving feedback
They treat him like LeBron James, where the f*ck your heat at?
I'm loving NYC, they treat me like I'm Spider-Man
Soon as I land, they come and meet me with that Mary Jane
I only smoke cigar and plus I flew in private, damn
Samuel L. Jackson, bitch, I still put them snakes on a plane
I'm finna get a vasectomy I'm tired of you hoes. I got ten dead kids, I ain't buying no strollers
I walk around with paper, I need a binder and folder
Think you'll me at a show I'll shoot the promoter
He dropped a diss and died, I'm guessing he got the exposure
My white bitch look like jorgiana I'm hoping she blow up
I took my sew coat, they praying I'll fall while I go up
My cracker made him pass over like BLP kosher
No Kenan Thompson, I'm in Philly like I'm Bill Cosby
No matter where I be, it's shots with me, no paparazzi
We pull up, army guns, chopsticks, no kamikaze
Birds of a feather, kill together, turn on Billie Eilish
I go so brazy, they like, ain't no way this nigga indie
Got off the phone with Bemoe, everything's still super trendy
I can't even f*ck this ho, she not a fan, that make her cringy
You f*ck around, die for Tryna Joan, nigga, long live quincy
You f*ck around, die tryna eat breakfast, long live' PNB
You better get your bread and leave, don't let me catch you loafing
I need that black truck Cadillac, don't send no GMC
A thousand sensors around my houses, bitch, I'm having motion
I'm finna get a vasectomy, I'm tired of you hoes
I got ten dead kids, I ain't buying no stroller
I walk around with paper, I need a binder and folder
Thank you'll finesse me at a show I'll shoot the promoter
He dropped a diss and died, I'm guessing he got the exposure
My white bitch look like jorgiana I'm hoping she blow up
I took my see coat, they praying I'll fall while I go up
My cracker made him pass over like BLP kosher
Long live my fallen soldiers bitch, B.B. unit pussy blocklife nigga 4L long live jbizzle