Kamala's Thick Video (MV)

I'm tryna max my f*ckin' gun
Bitch, I don't even trust your word, how the f*ck I'm supposed to go on the run with you?
I love your life even though my niggas and them had fun with you
I don't got much faith in this world, cause I see what it's comin' to
I really don't even wanna go back home, til' I can bring a hunnit through
I text her phone, but she ain't text back til' I sent some money through
I know these bitches don't love they nigga but I hope my honey do
Just give a broke bitch a lil' bit of bread, you'll see what a hunnit do
Just give PG a lil' bit of head, he gon' keep on comin' through
I'm puttin' my tongue all in her monkey, she spilling her jungle juice
You makin' me feel like we finna lose, so I cannot f*ck with you
Be patient with me, if you hold it down, I might just get up with you
You hatin' on me, then you need to die, cause I ain't do nothin' to you
I made smart decisions to stay alive, that shit very honorable
I'm sellin' this dope, but it's for a reason, I hope it's exonerable
I'm just the dope man, I know the snow man, that shit is abominable
I just kill niggas and put 'em away, the same shit Kamala do
I'm manipulating and still being stubborn, same shit my mama do
I'm a young nigga, attracted to milfs, I'm tryna hit your mama dukes
My mind work different, I keep having urges to jump off the top of the roof
I really don't wanna think 'bout my future, I rarely get sleep when I do
You shoot at my brother, not safe in your crib, you might as well sleep on the roof
I'm talkin' this shit like my OG, I'm staying in touch with my roots
I dig in her pussy, she squeezin' my head, she basically massaging my roots
You crossing yo niggas, back-dooring too, I only do that when I hoop
I'll walk down a nigga by myself, you only feel tough in a group
I went through her phone and started a fight, I just needed somethin' to do
I popped me a nigga for messin' my order, I just needed somethin' to shoot
I love your life, and I value you, I hope that you feel that way too
I know that we beefin, but I wanna cuddle, I hope that you still coming through
I don't have feelings, I just have thoughts, and I say 'em up in the booth
Bitch, don't talk down, sayin' I'm lame, you know that I'm f*ckin' your crew
And you know that I'm one, not the two
I be goin' to work, tryna build my life, you know I be clutchin' my tool
If you give me a beat, I'm probably gon' shit, you know that I stay on the stool
And don't tell me what I should be doin, you know I be breakin' the rules
I'm tryna max my f*ckin' gun
Bitch, I don't even trust your word, how the f*ck I'm supposed to go on the run with you?
I love your life even though my niggas and them had fun with you
I don't got much faith in this world, cause I see what it's comin' to
I really don't even wanna go back home, til' I can bring a hunnit through
I text her phone, but she ain't text back til' I sent some money through
I know these bitches don't love they nigga but I hope my honey do
Just give a broke bitch a lil' bit of bread, you'll see what a hunnit do