Don't Want It

(альбом: Yellow Tape - 2018)

Y'all bitches don't want it, for real
Point out one bitch who own it (none of 'em), for real (I can't)
Y'all bitches don't want it (at all) for real
Point out one bitch who own it, for real (None of 'em, sorry)

Bitch you ain't popping till I say you is
And ain't shit stopping till I say it is
Get it all at once, I don't care I spend
I don't know what the fuck a budget is
Hopped in the game, I'm intercepting shit
Step outta line, I'm wacking bitches' shit
If they ain't gang I can't trust it
You can't compete, bitch, just quit

The love they be showing so fake it's synthetic
See straight through them hoes, yeah them hoes pathetic
You pee on the way and that muhfucker epic
Mac to her face and no this ain't cosmetic
Chasing the bag, you could say I'm athletic
Can't hang witchu lames, y'all don't match my aesthetic
I'm slaughtering bitches, it's in my genetics
I don't fuck with no sweet bitches, I'm a diabetic

Not apologetic, I'm problematic
Under that wig yeah your hair probably matted
To come for the kids you gon' need different tactics
You ain't on shit bitch, we two different fabrics
I'm fast and you slow, we're two different dynamics
Run that bitch over, now she a mechanic
I've been out here winning, I know they can't stand it
The kids [?] y'all wouldn't understand it

Y'all bitches don't want it, for real
Point out one bitch who own it (none of 'em), for real (I can't)
Y'all bitches don't want it (at all) for real
Point out one bitch who own it, for real (I'm sorry)

I-I-I-I swear to God they don't want it
I swear to God I be on it
If I flex in it I own it
Motherfuck all my opponents
Pockets so fat, yeah they swollen
These bitches don't want it (they don't), for real (I know they don't)
Point out one bitch who own it (can't), for real

Your ghostwriter don't want it and you don't want it neither
I'm in love with this money and I'm not a cheater
Married to the guap and I'm never gonna leave her
Four shows in one night, I'm a overachiever
They all used to doubt me, now they all believers
Hanging off the bleachers, they scream and go leer
They like what they see, yeah they wish they could be it
But they know they gotta spend a rack just to see her

Until Killuminati a new Bugatti (Skrrt)
I'm murdering niggas and stacking the bodies
My wrist [?] treat him like a hobby
My crew full of killas, I roll with them jockeys
Can't nobody stop me, not one bitch can top me
I could be a door and y'all still couldn't knock me
Blood on my wrist, yeah that bitch is tsunami
Still a bitch nigga watch me pawn the shit he brought me

Rapping on a class, I ain't stop till she caught me
Flossing on TV, now my haters get to watch me
Tell the jeweler, watch please, I don't care the cost be
Y'all ain't really helping out the kids so don't ask me
Cash please, hunnits in the bag please
Y'all [?] niggas act, you can't rap, trashy
Lick your top lip 'cause that motherfucker ashy
I hate a slut bitch who be playing like she classy

Y'all bitches don't want it, for real
Point out one bitch who own it (none of 'em), for real (I can't)
Y'all bitches don't want it (at all) for real
Point out one bitch who own it, for real (I'm sorry)

I-I-I-I swear to God they don't want it
I swear to God I be on it
If I flex in it I own it
Motherfuck all my opponents
Pockets so fat, yeah they swollen
These bitches don't want it (they don't), for real (I know they don't)
Point out one bitch who own it (can't), for real