(deaya)
(Thier oh my god!)
I got that black hoodie jacket
Counting money got a stack
Need a check with the fact
Caught she lackin' and i'm slack (ayy)
What the fuck, there's no money in my bag
I know i'm a douchebag
Even they don't know where i'm at
My pimple getting bigger
That boy pop singer, Mr. Justin Bieber
Bitches call me rapper but that girl call me sinister
Do you think i need her?
Do you think i love her? (nope)
Do you think i hurt her?
Yes bitch i am sinister
Hate me but they call me thier
No ice, I'm wearing thrasher
Don't talk about her manners
She's nice, I never pay her
Explore that pussy that's why some groupie call me Dora
They think they're fine but i know no one perfect like Alya Gadiza
She the finest girl like Gucci and Prada
Coming to your place you will be my Niana
Psychopath 'cause I'm a killa
Draw his face, Hit with the choppa huh
Hit with the choppa huh
Where is yo mama huh
Save me like hell nah huh
I'm sorry, your sigh make me coming
Ain't no spidey, I'm home cummin'
Keep silent please don't talking
Call the cops while she licking
Got a buzzcut they call me feds
See your eyes, Perspective meds
Talk to you i ain't got no stress
Never thinking 'bout my past
From the past i got lesson
From the last i got passion
From the past i got lesson
From the last i got passion
(yo bitch! why you tryna play with me tho?)
I got passion from the past
I got lesson from the last yeah
I got that black hoodie jacket
Counting money got a stack
Need a check with the fact
Caught she lackin' and i'm slack (ayy)
What the fuck, there's no money in my bag
I know i'm a douchebag
Even they don't know where i'm at
My pimple getting bigger
That boy pop singer, Mr. Justin Bieber
Bitches call me rapper but that girl call me sinister
Do you think i need her?
Ay, yuh, uh
No!
