Therapy Lyrics

Shit got deeper than rap

Talk disrespect but he subbing on tracks

Cant cuff a eee, nah her pussy was trash

Niggas be hurting, ghostwriting his tracks like hold on

Spinning back to the facts

We throwing subliminals, nigga relax

He mad over pussy or mad at the fact

She sucking my dick and he took her right back

I can't go there

Ex bitch, yeah she really tried to play me

Said miscarriage but aborted shit crazy

I know a thotty running around, said she date me

Dick whipped, I ain't cuff, she betrayed me

I know a nigga that was plotting tried to snake me

I fucked his bitch in the whip, now he hates me

I know a nigga jacking what put the strap to his gut

He ain't pull it on my motherfucking baby

He got a daughter, imagine if I sent 80

On the block bullet reaper like Brady

Why niggas running round tryna tame me

Think I'm dumber than a huh? Fugazy

She a bop-bop

Had that bitch face me

Taste me, tasty sucked it up daily

Nah

Hold on, nah

Where niggas been? Make a prediction

Got Dior dropping bands on that Christian

Them niggas still bummy, they ain't listen

Heard his BM got a job, while he skimping

Know niggas that be asking about my business

While they fucking on these thots in the kitchen

Heard he stained lil bro for that chicken

But ain't pull that trigger on that mission

Niggas stunting, if I up it, I ain't missing

No bodies. What? You bitching on these jhits and

Spinning V's while they mans really renting

Throwing tellys while they mans in that prison

Ain't no bread on his books, got no minutes

I know my Zoe's sending shots, Cuzzo clicking

Like what

Cuzzo clicking, know my Zoe's sending shots

Nigga look

Like get back nigga

Don't shirt your mans, if his killer ain't with 'em

One phone call like go brody go get 'em

Know homie a doggy, he'll really go fetch 'em like

Niggas be pussy they rapcat

Keep me a lil blick in my backpack

Run up get smoked like a

Run up get smoked like a pack-pack

He ain't no killer, he act that

He aint no shooter, won't clap back

Only shoot shots up on Snapchat

Shawty so fine I'ma smash that

Niggas be hurt 'cause they bitches be giving me cat-cat

Fucking her, blowing her back-back

She wanna chance, I can't lap back

Scratch that, blackjack, nah

Nah babygirl tryna trap-trap

Sending her back once I clap that

Can't cuff no hoe, she a nat-nat

Can't cuff a eee, don't get laughed at

He shot first, I'ma blast back

Clap back

Mac black

Niggas be talking, I laugh-laugh

Bitches be tryna fuck with a young nigga

Ain't stupid she's just tryna fuck for the bag-bag

Member when I used to lack-lack

Took a few Ls but I back-back

Ain't no discussions, he match that

Ain't no distractions, no setbacks

Get backs, let backs

Since you left once

You ain't getting no spinbacks

Clit clat, get that

Spinning in V's masked up with the tints black

You would've thought we were spinning for opps

But whole time, we searching for bags

Where that breesh at? Speed fast

Facing a spliff, where the feens at? Like what

Hopped in the V, we was dipping it

D's on our ass, bust a left y'all ain't seeing shit

Swear y'all love subbing, love internet beefing it

Baby so bad

Hope she not for the streets and shit

But like

Is you busy this week type shit

I'm tryna slide up on you on some creeping shit

Eat you quick

Soul snatch on some demon shit

Fuck with a Zoe

I'm your drug, you're my feen and shit

Where were you though?

Babygirl got to plead the fifth

Niggas talk gibberish, don't even believe that shit

Post to impress, niggas really believing

Back on that block, remember flipping them P's

Beefing with niggas that I used to feed

Biting the hand that be feeding so eee

Niggas be goofy, they plotting on me