Fuck it

I got bitches, i got money
Minus bitches and the money
I got shit to leave you tipsy
Man this shit is fucking risky

I got bitches, i got money
Minus bitches and the money
I got shit to leave you tipsy
Man this shit is fucking risky
Got a bitch goin frisky
Downing fucking whisky
Fucking bitches in haiti
90 lady cops on the road
And i’m arrested for doing eighty
Bo burnham out here with the rhyming scheme
Gonna down some fucking lean

Fucking with that heavy drop
Aye
All my bitches are fuckin props
Aye
Fuck this album is a fuckin flop
Aye
Fucking got no bops
Aye
Not even getting thots
Aye
But i’m gettin caught by the cops, aye

Man dbangz hit me up
Lets collab
Come on and get it man
Lets get all them other rappers in this bitch
Make the soundcloud rap squad, it’s a hit or miss
With me up in it, it’ll probably end up like chris
Aye

Man i’m Fucking dying inside
Fuck it i’ll take a shot of cyanide
Get it with a side of happiness
Got the beat bumpin call me rap jesus
Aye

Fucking with the dropping shit
Call me bond cause i’m so slick
Man i’ll have the beat drop so hard
Call it little man in hiroshima
Man i’m traveling through time like i got an ocarina

Man i’m the only link to my past
Fuckin like the flash cause i’m so fast
Man i’m fuckin with my lyrical talents
Man i’m the scale of justice with this balance
Walking that tightrope like i’m atop the twin towers
Man i’m fuckin with austin powers…..-