Bubbly

(альбом: Sell Sole II - 2020)

Hey London can you bring me a lighter real quick
That might be my tag for my producer shit
When I start making beats (What's the problem?)
Oh I'm going in let me do the whole song

It's my birthday, ayy
It's my birthday, ayy
She gon' get to twisting on the pole with her legs
Please don't get it twisted, mmm this bitch about her bread
Try to give her Hennessy, she want a perc instead
These bitches love my energy, they want me in their bed
I'm the biggest Joker, I need a bitch like Harley Quinn
Ain't fishing for no bitches, I'm like Nemo with one fin, yeah
If you thinking with your dick, then we gon' put it on your head
My brother in the other room, putting a bitch to bed
I told this nigga he gotta stop fucking on my face
He looked at me, he dropped the beat, he said "I got a plan"
Yeah, add them bitches up, okay, you do the math, hey
Let me do me, you do the other half, yeah
I done got to the point, where I ain't gotta ask
What the fuck is your point? All my bitches bad (Nigga)
Order on Wednesdays, put it on my tab
Fuck a throwback Thursday, I ain't going out sad
On that one night only, then turned into a bag
The Nissan Altima it turned into a Jag'

Hmm, yeah
It's my bitch, yeah
It's my birthday, yeah
She just started, say it's her first day, hey
Yeah, it's her first day, oh woah

She get retarded, she get freaky
She's so bossy, she ain't easy
She ain't with that, he or she say
She just wanna party, and go DJ
Yeah she know I'm balling
You ain't in my league
I walk in, I'm unbothered, don't you bother me
Watch how you talking and approaching me
A nigga tried it and we left him with an injury
When I was on the East, they ain't even notice me
I got my mink on but I take it off, roll up my sleeve (What's up?)
Before I blew up, I passed out off some bubbly (Some bubbly)
I fell out in the White House, I felt like Hillary (I felt like Hillary)
Dead presidents, got me shivering (What's up?)
I'm beyond cold, because of my grandmother's remedies
Young wild nigga, take you out your misery
Are you gon' buss it open for my niggas who ain't make it here?
I know you wanna go some places, baby I can take you there
I gotta a lot of acres, got a crib and it's spacious there
I've been working on myself, I haven't mastered my patience yet
She be working on herself, tryna build her own credit score
This is marble, we gon' hustle on our tippy toes
She know it's survival, she gon' dance on her tippy toes
Candle light dinner, she leave a nigga with the bloody rose
Coked-out nigga, she gon' leave him with a stuffy nose
Learned this shit from my grandma, she used to fuck with hoes
Learned this shit from my grandma, she used to fuck with stoves
Yeah, six years old, yeah, they thinking I ain't know
I'm at the sidewalk like "What up? What you need? What you want?"

Yeah
Oh-oh-oh
Yeah, said
If I wasn't rapping then I would be selling clothes
My nigga said if he weren't rapping, nah, he's still selling bowls
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas can't fuck around
Bitches ass niggas, look I'm done with the song