Brandon, Malcolm, Norbit

[Intro:]
Don’t ask me about anything
I swear I don’t know shit

[Verse:]
Get a job or get it out your asshole, my bag
I think she coming out her neck, pimping [?] for [?]
Post it like a data check, I hate the rest
You always been my bottom bitch, what happened to us
I’m lacking or what, don’t give me no sass
Get out being sad, I’m trying, I’m trying
Going on silent down to a science
You looking to buy it, minding your business
[?] for the violence, just getting tired
Can’t take it no more, she still excited
Let me sit back on the bitches invited
I’m some kind of diet, she told me I’m fired
That bitch a liar, I’m hired

[Outro:]
Put this shit down in your phone enough
Take a little shot of that tron or something
I ain’t insist that we bone or nothing
Just trying to know you should own the world
Put this shit down in your phone enough
Take a little shot of that tron or something
I ain’t insist that we bone or nothing
Just trying to know you should own the world