SHIT-HEAD

Get a beat

She's shaking but I'm fenced up with an angel on her main page
Heh, rap bitch
You better put a plus in front of everything I'm doing, A-grade
Why you screaming free him? You ain't even low to JPEG
Can you please change your outfit for today's sake?

Bae playing middle, bust down, face plain, Jane
Double R came with an umbrella, this the rain race
Bottle return, bandit, dog tryna scrape chain
Dog should militia, whole gang, we some great dance
My lil' yet from Wayne State, yeah, her brain great

How the fuck I'm tryna chase dreams, tryna stay away
She gon' throw a fit if I don't fuck her in the dressing room
End up winning every series, I might take an L or two
Caught him in the club, we have some better bottles, better booth
All I know is, tell the truth, I hit act to sell my fruit
And for my kid on the way, I do this shit to you

Yo mama late, shit, I showed her how to pick and choose
All he do is play the middle, I'ma call him interlude
Black fanatic, I'm her thirties in a script of blues
I'ma kiss the pint, have him think and go and get a room
Mario, Luigi, me and Lil' Cudi split a shroom
Feelings bottled up and I'd be damned if I spilled my juice

Dude wouldn't need to use and heard he got killed by fumes
He won't see me turn 25, gon' get killed by June
Drop a diss, 159, gon' get killed by two
DSM, militant, be damned, I let him kill my troops
The habits that you got, you gon' get killed by you

That's the good voice in my head
The bad ones feeling dead, all I see is red
Rather knock him out than stump him out, bitch, I'm a sneakerhead
My hoe the rule, it's out the group and they don't mean her friend
Just pointless, say everything my teacher said

How you want some fine shit, can't even keep her fed
Yeah, I know scam looking down with a big smile
This for you, Puritan up to six mile
Experimenting in the lab, that's a Trish vibe
Seven figures worth of M.P.3's, needs some rich files
Tell a bitch to kick rocks while she got on Crocs
Then I hope her butt and mask forget to put on socks

Okay, I know you see I'm shade with the pull-up shots
Thinking we gon' pull a box, we gon' pull a pop
Boy, what's in your pockets, that ain't even what I put in pops
Lil' fuzz in culinary school, but still a cook-a-ox
Why the fuck did they ever think the jigging stopped?

I scam your lil' brother, I jig your pops
I jig your best friend, I jig your lock
We gon' just do it all June, but it's the jig of July
Hutch hit him with a snot ball, a Cardi's booger fire
Fizz caught him trying to punch, I guess he had a rookie right

I guess he lives the rookie life
Bitch movin' too loose, it ain't no way that pussy tight
Scope on the chop, can see from MGM to Motor City
The Zyman put him stankin', he's the motors with him
The way I got it out, the more you think it's ogres with me

Why you braggin' bout that lil' pape? Ain't you supposed to get it?
Whole time, realistically, that ain't close to chicken
Pullin' all that yellow up, you gon' turn to Homer Simpson
All it take is one call and Lil' Sis chokin', bitch
Ben's touched a million, like currently the girl's a billion

Oh, hey, hey, hey, SVDSM, little stupid fuck, shithead
Mmmmm
Y'all must have forgot