pitiful Lyrics

And it's fuck them niggas

They ain't standing on business

They ain't doing the shit they say they doing

All these niggas claim they like that never shot no pistol

Grab that fucking missile hit the field and rip his tissues

7.62 Finna grip you, hope yo mama miss you

Talking about that cash you ain't got none

Your ass a joke you pitiful

I sent foenem' to get rid of you, where the CashApp

I fucked that bitch I cannot get with you

But damn that ass fat

You Co Op with the feds yo ass a rat

And that's a known fact

They told me watch my back I laughed at them

What kinda joke was that

Used to send that shit through Zelle, but then I changed my mind

I fuck that bitch, I dig all in her spine she say this pussy mine

Bro got them bowls, a Zip for 2 bro go get right you wasting time

Like how you want yo payment

Cash-app, Zelle, in hand or the chime

Say I'm a demon, I'm like yes I know I came straight out of hell

I can't snitch on none of the bros, I just can't go I just won't tell

Keep yo mouth shut when they question you

You know this shit get real like where was you when shit got tossed up on that scale

Face it fuck the bail

Fuck the zipper, love the smell

Fucked that bitch, she thick as hell

And we love them switches, can't you tell

Give him shells, Taco Bell

Foenem say I'm tweaking whenever I'm off the X

Be hot as hell lil bro them put his Glizzy in the air

Like bitch I never cared

Make sure you turn this shit up

Make sure these fuck niggas hear me

Make sure these fuck niggas hear me

You hear me bro

Make sure you turn this shit all the way up on my mama

That DND shit ion' really care

Fuck you and yo Top 10

Lil bro just got them Glocks in

She top me til' she slobbin'

You talking hot might get yo block bent

Gone make sure that them shots hit

Braid his ass up, Knotless

Blow his ass up, Bin Laden

On my mama I ain't sorry

All these niggas claim they like that never shot no pistol

Grab that fucking missile hit the field and rip his tissues

7.62 finna grip you, hope yo mama miss you

Talking bout that cash you ain't got nun, yo ass a joke

You pitiful

I sent foenem to get rid of you

Where the cashapp?

I fucked that bitch I cannot get with you

But damn that ass fat

You Co Op with the feds yo ass a rat

And that's a known fact (Don't go pig on me gang)

They told me watch my back I laughed at them (Don't go pig on me gang)

What kinda joke was that? (Gang gang, pussy)