Painting Pictures

Uh, yeah, they try to paint a picture on me But that shit ain't even work

Like, how the fuck I'm fallin' off And I still get perks by the first

These birdie bitches on my line, they makin' tweets and givin' chirps

You out here fuckin' for the free But want me to pay, you got the nerve

You tryna talk it out Bitch, you trippin', take that up With God

And if you fuckin', ain't no tellin' Bae, I ain't that type Of guy

And with you smelling, I be sellin' Come roll up this Cherry pie

And I can never fuck with rats Man, that's just somethin' I'm not upon

She asked me if I fucked this bitch I heard her, but I still said Huh?

She know I'm lyin', told her the bitch ain't nothin' was somethin' to get me by