Kamala's Thick

I'm tryna max my fuckin' gun

Bitch, I don't even trust your word, how the fuck I'm supposed to go on the run with you?

I love your life even though my niggas and them had fun with you

I don't got much faith in this world, cause I see what it's comin' to

I really don't even wanna go back home, til' I can bring a hunnit through

I text her phone, but she ain't text back til' I sent some money through

I know these bitches don't love they nigga but I hope my honey do

Just give a broke bitch a lil' bit of bread, you'll see what a hunnit do

Just give PG a lil' bit of head, he gon' keep on comin' through

I'm puttin' my tongue all in her monkey, she spilling her jungle juice