Shits kind of tough
(growling)
(Huh-huh) screw that bitch (huh-huh) like who that bih (huh)
She got cellulite, I love that shit, I f*ck that bih (huh)
I got stripes on my chest, bih i do that shit
I-I'm the general of the nation, my stick got hits
Like why this nigga just text my bitch?
Ni-nigga just text my bitch? (Huh)
Get out my face, g-gotta stick, I'm using it
In the back of a chevy going to fast, I'm bruising it
Got-gotta brand new bitch, I f*ck I f*ck, I'm doing it
Bitch I'm in the studio, I'm tryna gut that beat
I-I got f*cking pistol, I'm tryna kill that beat (huh)
I ain't even use my lyrics yet, lyrics yet, lyrics yet
I can't even find her, and she fine yuh (Huh-huh)
I wanna f*ck on that bitch, I'm tryna die yeah
I'm tryna pop the Percocet, I wanna d-die yeah (Huh)
If you seen what i seen oh you would cry yeah
Okay
Shout out all the ladies on the West side
But I want all the bitches on the East side
I just wan f*ck that hoe, she show her freak side
We in the telly laid up, just watching tv
Yeah, I'm a creature in the night, yeah that my real side
We out in Boston, n-no we ain't stopping
Smoking on dope, keep cough, keep c
(Coughing)