frogtrap

[verse 1] Woo, look at what I did just do Woo, you cant come near to it\u2028 You, wish you was here in it\u2028 But you...\u2028 You my lil bitch, boo so shook Look, look at my house, it's big Look, look at my girl, she thick Look, look at my whip, it's fixed Woo look what i got on me, livin’ the hollywood dream Ooh, this for the drama queens Ugh, look what you made me do type shit swing on a bitch so quick if she actin’ brand new, what is she really gon’ do? [chorus] thinkin’ you run shit ‘round here go get a bag, hoe get off my dick, you think you that bitch girl relax you ain’t it, basket case i can play in yo face too, shit ain’t hard fool you a lame, for real givin’ tyrant you ain’t run shit even if you did imma coup the hoe out play at your own risk, i got mad shooters, what bout you? [verse 2] haters gonna hate, gottaa gossip cuz they fake, got a thirst y’all cant slake, pushin’ bullshit, they be fake Ride my wave if you dare, like I'd ever even care, no one notices you there, all weak and threadbare. She's thinking her ass is big, but imma snatch that wig, drama queen, smoke a cig toss her ass in the brig [chorus] thinkin’ you run shit ‘round here go get a bag, hoe get off my dick, you think you that bitch girl relax you ain’t it, basket case i can play in yo face too, shit ain’t hard fool you a lame, for real givin’ tyrant you ain’t run shit even if you did imma coup the hoe out play at your own risk, i got mad shooters, what bout you? [Bridge] Yeah, I look good, on my way to godhood, ima be that bitch all over da neighborhood, trad wife in town, knocking on your door with some baked goods. Yo man hard-pressed, Eating my bitties, cookies and titties, I think after dis ima need a blood test. Need some bedrest Because yo man is fucking obsessed. I feel better than ever, ima live forever, hot girls go to heaven. baby you look thirsty, bet huff ya blunt with regret Hoping someone gets you wet but you're so easy to forget Smokin a philly while takin yo mans willy...wat? In the lockdown now, you be my bitch or get cut [chorus] thinkin’ you run shit ‘round here go get a bag, hoe get off my dick, you think you that bitch girl relax you ain’t it, basket case i can play in yo face too, shit ain’t hard fool you a lame, for real givin’ tyrant you ain’t run shit even if you did imma coup the hoe out play at your own risk, i got mad shooters, what bout you? [outro] Enter a bit wilder than Ben Stiller Old school rappin just like J Dilla Old school trappin like mike in thrilla Shit, I'm a killa, be rilla than rilla like I said, like Dilla is best he rest with the rest in peace I be the mostest, ferocious beast like we the bible like moses got beats I tell a ho this, hocus-pocus let's skeet Ride that pipe like a fire ho got heat