DAILIES

I can’t fuck you I gotta do my dailies
I don’t look at anyone, bitch I just do my thing
Fuck with a bitch, I cannot shoot my babies
BM scream her ass, I know you fucking hate me
My main bitch mad I kinda ghost her lately
They lookin’g for a motherfucka boy it ain’t me
You beggin’ for more buzz it ain’t free
Goddess got it now & they like no he can’t be
Goddess like the news, you can see him on a daily
Make a wish, I may grant it, Goddess Like a fairy
Bought a Glock, & called this shi my bestie
Playin’ with my temper, yeah they test me
God can see my plans & I don’t care if he gets me
It’s a Prop Hunt, & I think im the best herе
Like a hunter, not a gastly
Im drugged up, & you can’t gas mе
It’s not a test boi, you can’t pass me
Everyone dies, like the sons of anarchy
I prolly should get a wedding with a hard beat
I don’t care I’d leave a bitch, In a heartbeat