Hey check my resumé

To Bass be the glory

My dick go hard eight eight

True facts ayy ayy

Check my clock I can't stop

F**k around make my 40 pop

No Popcaan I pop pistols

Revenge my body clothing no issue

Makes you look sick you need a tissue

You drop a body I just might bless you

I'm metrosexual no high cholesterol

Where Jenny Craig b***h let's get sexual

Why the f**k I'd ever lie

P***y n***a bet that pistol part of your disguise

I could see it in your eyes

Runnin' from the reaper f**k I'm not afraid to die

B***hes creepin' on my line

Got my main upset these hoes I f**ked and left behind

Need at least two at a time

Moved to foreign took it over lost my f**kin' mind

Instigatin's why I don't trust these b***hes

Gangbang for fame fake hitta

I ain't never seen squad with ya

I don't need a savior f**k the faith

Cop myself an ounce and work the weight

Seen the babylon around the way

Who the f**k they catchin' not today

Ridin' 'round with sinners flyin' on a nimbus

Spot a n***a slippin' hold on

Roll down the window yo

Oh

Hit 'em with the f**kin' tec

Hit 'em where it hurt n***a make it work

I'ma make her squirt n***a I do dirt

N***a I'ma merc put 'em in the earth

Pay me for the verse put 'em in a hearse

Gotta finish first I just did my first

Protect me from my curse

Ay yo b***h

B***h b***h I put in work spittin' with a curse

Wouldn't be the first how much is you worth

Sell you to a merch I just wanna f**k

I don't wanna flirt why your feelings hurt

Cha cha slide all in that p***y

How you doin' love Let's go make a movie

Body lookin' good when you dress in Gucci

Love the chicken breast bitin' on your booty

Ridin' 'round with sinners hm flyin' on a nimbus

Spot a n***a slippin' hold on roll down the window yo

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