Father Of The Year ft. B Twice Lyrics

Ayy, this that shit right here they been waitin' on, right

This what, this what they, this, this what they want, right

I feel like Pac n Big, right

I say, now, hey, my name is Bishop, I'm the reverend, who you

I'm back to tell y'all this story about this lil' ugly dude

Now this here is a shame, he a lame, he cannot help it

He mad at me for what, he just selfish and disrespectful

I tried to give him hope, my faith tried hard to tell me

He said he gonna pop me well, fuck it, nigga, I'm ready

I been about that, that shit my pistol stay on the ready

Outside, daytime, nighttime he think I'm scary

He mad at me for what, cause I'm fuckin' his baby mama

I think he really mad, cause a nigga claiming his daughter

This nigga always mad, shit, I think he kinda bipolar

I'm playing with his moves Push his buttons, I'm the controller

A real man lane, stay in your lane before I bump ya

Your villain playing victim nappy head boy, you dishonest

Nobody really want ya, and they never really loved ya

You want my spot, you gotta take it

It's never coming from me

He mad at me for what, cause I'm fuckin' his baby mama

I think he really mad, cause a nigga claimin' his daughter

This nigga always mad, shit, I think he kinda bipolar

I'm playing with his moves

Push his buttons, I'm the controller

A real man lane, stay in your lane before I bump ya

Your villain playing victim nappy head boy, you dishonest

Nobody really want ya, and they never really loved ya

You want my spot, you gotta take it

It's never coming from me

Now he blowing up her phone, and she want text back

Say it's all about the baby, but we know it ain't that

Nigga, chill, take a pill, sit still, back it up

Yeah, you had your chance with her, yeah, you had the best of luck

I'ma show you how to do it I'ma treat her like you should've

Man, I won't tell you no lie, I hope you die from making music

Cause even when you gone the people won't listen to it

Your bars making no sense your lyrics just too confusin

No fucking content, you call yourself making music

I been doing this shit, now I'm pissed because you clueless

You paying 400, guess you father of the year

He playing step daddy

I'm the papi over here

This is what they do, right

Ayy, I'ma talk my shit

Fuck all that, I don't give a fuck what nobody say

Nigga, they already know what it is

Man, I ain't even with her no more, bro

You have, you got it, you have it big, bro

I don't want it, dawg

Shit, she played me too, dawg

Shit, she know what they say

Ain't no fun when a rabbit got a gun