Not Normal Lyrics

Yeah, first, COQ, yeah

My American bitch

Ask me when I'm comin' to Alabama

Bae you speakin' to a boss

You know you gotta have some manners

I pour a six, of the tossy in the Sprite

Makatussin in the Fanta

I'm in the strip club throwin' all my profit

Know I'm the first, but I still take some losses

I'm high as fuck, sleepin' on a wheel

I fuck with sex workers, they keep it real, trust

They stabbed me in my back

You can see the scars

You know I fuck with bad hoes

You can't even get me hard

Feel like I'm out of space

The Rolls truck came with stars

I used to link the fiends at the boulevard

I live in the fast lane because I love the thrills

I'm tryna get away with shh

Show me your murder skills

I almost lost my life

I don't know why I take these pills

Nah, for real, you better listen to this shit

Nah, bitch, I'm makin' plays like I'm Özil

Jump out the foreign

Lookin' cleaner, than some Persil

She ripped my heart into pieces

Know I'm hurt still

I got spendin' habits

Know I blow it like a daffodil

Y'all better listen to this shit

How you fit them racks in the jeans, nah

How you got that ass in that Jean bae

Yeah, we do some cute shit

But we just friends, though

I fucked her in the mansion

And the bando

The fiends love it even though it's stepped on

They brag about the hoes

I already slayed them bitches' leftovers

I got hoes do what I say

Look like a slave owner

I got crossed so many times

Think I got weak ankles

She gave me head for two hours

Cause I paid for it

They seen the way I lean

They tellin' me I'm not normal

I ain't got my license yet

But I'm still ridin' foreign

I can't even hang with niggas

Cause they not important

They seen the way I live my life, they say I'm not normal

I swear to God, you can't make this up

Tell the cameraman you gotta keep it rollin

This shit is not scripted

Swear to God, this shit non-fiction