Vasectomy Lyrics

I'm finna get a vasectomy, I'm tired of you hoes I got ten dead kids, I ain't buying no

Strollers I walk around with paper, I need a binder and

Folder Think you'll finesse me at a show I'll shoot the promoter

He dropped a diss and died, I'm guessing he got the exposure

My white bitch look like jorgiana, I'm hoping she blow up

I took my sew coat, they praying I fall while I go up

My cracker made them pass over like BLP kosher

They call me ninety I don't got time to fill up a drum

No KFC, I gave him five and he filled up his gun

My bitch got ARP, that's why she be dressed like a nun

My Akhi partner turn you bacon then read the Quran

My nigga told me that my lyrics could get me indicted

Bitch, this a PJ, not a plane, I can talk to the pilot

I'm in Miami, yacht hoppin, I feel like a pirate

I still be out here pushing weight, I ain't been on no diet

Kai cenat my opp on live, I'm knowing where he sleep at

Look like it's autopilot, that's how far I let the seat back

Spin on a nigga while he streaming, Comments leaving feedback

They treat him like LeBron James, where the fuck your heat at?

I'm loving NYC, they treat me like I'm Spider-Man

Soon as I land, they come and meet me with that Mary Jane

I only smoke cigar and plus I flew in private, damn

Samuel L. Jackson, bitch, I still put them snakes on a plane

I'm finna get a vasectomy I'm tired of you hoes. I got ten dead kids, I ain't buying no strollers

I walk around with paper, I need a binder and folder

Think you'll me at a show I'll shoot the promoter

He dropped a diss and died, I'm guessing he got the exposure

My white bitch look like jorgiana I'm hoping she blow up

I took my sew coat, they praying I'll fall while I go up

My cracker made him pass over like BLP kosher

No Kenan Thompson, I'm in Philly like I'm Bill Cosby

No matter where I be, it's shots with me, no paparazzi

We pull up, army guns, chopsticks, no kamikaze

Birds of a feather, kill together, turn on Billie Eilish

I go so brazy, they like, ain't no way this nigga indie

Got off the phone with Bemoe, everything's still super trendy

I can't even fuck this ho, she not a fan, that make her cringy

You fuck around, die for Tryna Joan, nigga, long live quincy

You fuck around, die tryna eat breakfast, long live' PNB

You better get your bread and leave, don't let me catch you loafing

I need that black truck Cadillac, don't send no GMC

A thousand sensors around my houses, bitch, I'm having motion

I'm finna get a vasectomy, I'm tired of you hoes

I got ten dead kids, I ain't buying no stroller

I walk around with paper, I need a binder and folder

Thank you'll finesse me at a show I'll shoot the promoter

He dropped a diss and died, I'm guessing he got the exposure

My white bitch look like jorgiana I'm hoping she blow up

I took my see coat, they praying I'll fall while I go up

My cracker made him pass over like BLP kosher

Long live my fallen soldiers bitch, B.B. unit pussy blocklife nigga 4L long live jbizzle