mister

Been counting up cake, I ain't slicing the pie

I went fake and these niggas don't know why

I'm too young and traumatized and I'm so paranoid bout dying

Waiting on the day that twin hit my phone like "you going up"

Imma think that he lying

I start talking more real in songs cause I ain't got no where else to hide

This bitch think I ate

You don't know I ain't finished hoe?

Imma catch me a rack like it's tennis hoe

Bitch the way that I ball like Lorenzo

Lorenzen Wright, If I'm fucking yo hoe you better think twice

Cause if that hoe just had a chance