Risen Mikey - Hoes With No Q Tips (feat. JPZ) Lyrics

This is crazy, people laughing in the background
Put some respect on my name
I ain't gonna say no more
Well, don't bop

Yes, you a bop, bop, bop, stupid ass
Anyway
Uh-uh
Can't kill, darling

Can't kill what's already dead
I got demons all in the air
Yeah, can't kill what's already dead
I got demons

Hey, hey, I'm rapping on beat, but it's okay
Hey, hey, all in my head
I got demons
Listen, uh, you can't kill what's already dead

Stupid bitch, I got demons all in me head
I'ma put meatballs on your head
And I'ma chill until you get red
Popping out that cut

Guess what we doing
We slide to the telly making f*cking music
Stupid other than that, say kill me
Who did

I'm all about that f*cking bread like I'm Jewish
I'ma f*cking Reese's
No M&M by my losers
Don't take them pants off cause you pulled it

You got a pimp on the top of your coot's lips
Got that fish
Well, it is some cool shit
Bitch, do you really think that I'm stupid

You say you ain't f*cked
Then why you lose, bitch
When you say you pregnant, that's when you dip
In and out that bitch like a motherf*cking Q-tip

Wait, stop to be real, dude
These bitches don't even use Q-tips
Go to they pantry and ain't got no f*cking Q-tips in there, bitch
Aye, that's crazy

I hope my boy JP got some shit to say in his bitch
Stupid hoes with no Q-tips
Try not
How the f*ck you got no Q-tips in your pantry

I'ma make you dip when I go in your pantry
JP, Superman, I guess I can be f*cking on you and your Camry
In them cheeks, just like I'm Sandy
You pussy boys, it's sweeter than some candy

Throwing bullets at your ass like I'm Randy
Go to, call a mix with some brandy
The way I'm smoking, new boys are brand me
Pussy boys sweeter than a gumdrop

If you f*cking with us, I'ma make the gum pop
Aye, I don't f*ck with the way that you rap
Got texts in his bitch like a f*cking group chat