Let Me Finish

(album: Before The Album - 2021)

At the end of the day bitch, I'm the catch
Yeah
Treat a bad bitch like she ain't one (Yeah)
'Cause there's more of y'all where you came from (Uh)
Treat a bad bitch like she ain't one, 'cause she ain't one, fuck it

Bitch, treat a bad bitch like she ain't one, 'cause there's more of y'all where you came from
Treat a bad bitch like she ain't one, I got more of y'all and it ain't cut
You a cornball, you do lame stuff
I'ma go hard, nigga, say some'
Niggas talk loud but don't say none'
I'ma drawdown, fuck a pain rush
I'ma duck low with my main stuff
All you dumb hoe's get me cased up
I'm so cutthroat, get your face cut, and she suck toes, that's a A+
Treat a bad bitch like she ain't one, got a stuffed nose with me, take one
Just got a stuffed nose with me, take one, I meant take one, I'll take one
Put 24"'s on a Bugatti, nah boo, sorry, this a Wraith truck
Got the coupe squatted like a workout
You don't do molly it won't work out
This a bool party, not a cookout
I'm in the back ally playing lookout
And a K too got a wee high
When she ride on it, say, "Yee-haw"

Slow it down, let me finish, slow it down, let me finish
Banana dick, baby, peel it back
If I throw this money, better get back
Slow it down, let me finish, slow it down, let me finish
I don't smoke meth on a Saturday
I don't drive the 'Vette on a Saturday
See the cops go the other way
Slow it down, let me finish, slow it down, let me finish, uh

Slow it down, let me get it
McLaren too fast
Promethazine for the guys, pour the whole pint in it
Bitch I'm a Z, give a fuck 'bout no ex
I don't care 'bout these hoe's, I be minding my business
Uh, I got two watch on two wrist's
And still ain't got time for you friendly lil' bitches
She drop the top while I'm whipping it, whipping it
Got me on then I going Trinidad
Baby no hands on the dick, go sloppy
Don't talk crazy, I'm with my lil' thotty
I tried to be slick and the ring done caught me
How she ride the dick like we swerving the oppa
I pop me a perk, I ain't nervous, I'm nauseous
I be observant and cautious, yeah
Know I'm savage, treat a bad bitch like she average, I got better
I go, Rondo, I go, Jackson, like a math quiz I'll pass her
Rocks on all of my wrist like I'm Saturn
When them sticks go to swinging, I'm batter
Can't come direct, sending shots on the low-key
Pussy ass nigga put that beef on the platter
No kidding, I said it, I mean it, whoa
No kidding, I'm dogging these bitches, whoa
I'm in New York, five switches (Woah, oh)
Protecting my feelins', I don't visit these hoe's
Killins', opps turning victim to Lord
Switching, that bitch is like, you got a motor (Yeah, yeah)
'Posed to be zebra, you selling out Zami, it ain't no Z shit, what is your motive? (Yeah)
What is your motive for this?
Tried to snake out that cobra lil' head
I wear that shit when I was broke
I'm gon' be not shit now that I'm rich
Every thot that I hit was her friend
Every project I wanna advance
Every rock in my wrist got a hit
'Cause I ain't dry, yes I'm drowning for shit (Yeah, uh)