No! Hold on, hold on!

What's wrong with you?

I want to come in at Dunkin everybody bitch a bad back and I wanted to run it up I will be saving my money I spent it all day but you made it all back yeah – telling him pawpaw Michigan got my dick like I'm a fucker 7-Eleven come by here on Friday but I just gotta chill this data tickles does gay term sheet up there's no customers with some real Rockstars it's uphill battle of them I have beef with my kid he told me that we got a problem he must've thought that we was kidding that was a buildup in the bottom

I wanna put a bun in each of your lugga, bruh I wanna sell the bitty that I've seen in 32 and sister Rick and they dead We woulda used to get it, do it, get it, see it goin' in there, man Cuttin' out any other n***a we get, gonna belittle that That's my g, yeah, I wanna try my house down Bitter these d***a, my swag Yeah, fuck em all about the bitty, yeah Tried to break it like a bitty, yeah, she shootin' shot like it's Remy, yeah Ain't no so good in the city, all the beats I'm in the bitty I done puttin' em on my jelly, on the perma eyes, hit me, yeah Cuttin' out like I'm a shady flute, flute, flute, flute Yeah

Stop riding Autumn's dick like a carousel, bro.

The motherfucking glazing is crazy, bro. Now tell me do you spit or lube?

Lil bros talk like she just came out of the womb, what the fuck?

Bro, your ass is not 15, I know that for a fact. Your bio says you're 11.

You don't exist, take a perk in the tongue, get at sea. Money swell like seeds, they done put faith in the key.