Lyrics Writer's Block - Missing Texture

Yo bring it back bitch, I'mma try to run it up
Motherfucker think it's funny when I'm slurring on my cup
Tou-Touched your girlfriend, now she wanna fall in love
Wrote this shit on writer's block, I don't give a flying fuck
Motherfucker wanna go dumb, wanna gold thumb
Wanna test me? It's your death G- here's admit one
Now I got the pods, yeah, got the watch now shit
Now I got the book up with the phone too (two phones!)
Hoping I'mma come through
Aye homie whatcha gon' do?
College student, but for loans, I'm the one they coming to
Skrrt skrrt like a fucking narcissist
I'm the one who they should have started with
Y'all seem to think it's funny how I'm working with my money
How I slip a couple dollars into alcohol and Tum-E Yummies
Ain't nothin' running from me
Ain't nothin' up above me
Think it's kinda weird that you have to keep on talking 'bout me
Wonder 'bout my past life
Wonder what your past like
Beat your ass before you realize it was for a Klondike
Fucked her and your mom, dyke
Look I got a bomb, sike
I work hard all day to get a little kick of nic, aye
Bought a ray gun, so I can aim and zap 'em all quick
Got a bunch of bitches who be steady wanting my dick
Thinking maybe I'm the one who's repping the clique
Or possibly because I'm with the baddest bitch (that's a green light!)
Walk into the function like "the fuck is up for sale?"
Bouncing on my racks boy, I ain't gotta kiss and tell
Run your fucking mouth, find ya buried down beside hell
Knocking on the back room- find me fucking on Adele, yuh
Yeah I wrote this shit on writer's block
Wrote this shit without a thought
Wrote this shit for people out there making out on jumbotrons
I, forgot what I was on
I'll, kick back 'til I'm a star
Right, forgot what drug I'm on
Help, a brother out and read the label homie
I'mma fall into a coma where I only see my momma
And my girl, playing with my curls
I'mma fuck around and try to stabilize the economy
I'mma fuck around and rehabilitate Romney (oh shit-)
Everybody in the state poppin' off to what I'm cookin'
Beckley to Marquee, all the venues that I'm bookin'
You can find me, with a Switch and a Bokoblin
When I turn around I catch a wannabe lookin'
Going harder than Dahmer, 15 minutes before the kill
I'm the one they wanna see at clubs, I'm with blue bills
I just finished raising dough, put the pie on window sill
I'm the one that's keeping shit together call me Yggdrasil, yuh