Yeah, that's my job, into blue
Bitch, run with me
Black jacket matters, but baby, you suck
Bitch, run with me
Black jacket matters, but baby, you suck
Dick, uh, be close, I'm from a band
Swing with your life like Gunther the Dan
Bitch, not a nose, she making it on my neck
Shame, doesn't like to look chain, you're a game
Bitch, like a dream, but you're not a spare, man
Tells me everything, my name is Bela
She knows I'm doing my job all day
She wants to buy me, I want to trade
What do they say, what you say?
I share your place, bitch, not a paste
My guy's gonna save me from my space
Specifically, it's a special
Special
Special


I come in the door from all the bitches
There's no one around the view, so I knife through the kitchen
I'm from the 20s, so you know when they came with all the biscuits
Brands be the same
Bitch, wanna be
Play Jeff, you better speak me
You're such a big bitch
Wanna be
Play Jeff, you better speak me
You're such a big
If you love me, cover and remove
The damper on me will be enclosed
So when I know where to be
You suck and bleed it better
Wonder if everyone rules
On the better, but they like another tune
I have no ride, but I can't feel no neck
What the * do I have?
Cause I can't feel no slack
At the back of my head's my glue
Crack on the bones, man, took me a hoe
Don't give mom and doom
It's not true
Check it out, I'm locking myself in a room
You lose, no * you lose
Maybe some game, give a *
We'll be away with all the beats
From a stand like wood
We don't ain't got half on the railroad
Bitch, the deal's gross
I'm in the game
I'm in the game
I'm in the game
Don't play with Ben
You don't get the game
Don't play with me
When you know that
I can't
Bitch, you're not me
Blackjack, you better speak me
You're such a big bitch
You're not me
What the *?
Blackjack, you better speak me
You're such a big
Bitch, you better speak me
What the *?
What the *?
Blackjack, yeah, yeah, yeah
What the *?

Insta-ending march
You're gave 10 thousand bucks
And what's up?

Ha-ha-ha, I'm blabbering
Oh, no less