Back against the wall my two feet is what I stand on
diva in the room she blowin me just like a band horn
got her on her knees the same knees that she be prayin’ on
now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, “You can join”
Im in the far lane, im running this sh-t - hundred yard gain
uhhh, swag on infinity
im killing em, see the white flag from the enemy
shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories
father forgive me for my brash delivery
Yeah now she hearing with them other b-tches,
yeah, I told her mind her f-cking business,
sh-t she prol out here f-cking n-ggas,
im f-cking her friends now her friends aint even f-cking with her
Stepping on the bullsh-t
you can be my doormat
y'all aint going nowhere with that hatin' sh-t, four flat
disrespectful on the beat,
f-ck the system and the p-ssy wasn't all that
I kiss her where she point
I make her lose her voice,
I see her when I want, call that viewers choice
number 1 lover, she want none other
dont need another one when we got one another
i take her out and then i take her down
i beat it up, twelve round
In this World of numbers I keep my nine on
And I don’t go to church because the line long
And the preacher he be getting his shine on
But I know my Lord I am God’s own
Back to my hands, tick tick a time bomb
Got a sign on my d-ck that say “bad bitches only”
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
man I’m on that patron, f-ck with me wrong and get murked
got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “phiuh”
Still I do not give you mother fuckers the time of day
pistol in your mouth I cannot make out what you tryna say
and if they want a war, tell them mother f-ckers bombs away.
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