What Got Into Me

F*ck on that bitch for some money This ain't yo honey I'm a neighborhood junkie Dick in her mouth like a donkey I don't want money Bitch I'm coming for your tummy woah! Dexter, Dexter, Dexter, Dexter They keep sending me these letters Wait, I don't really give a f*ck I'm balling like the fucking Bucks Wait, eyes rolling back like The Undertaker F*ck your lil bitch, I'm the mask maker Middle finger to the world Yes I will f*ck your girl All on my dick like a Skirl, I f*ck your bitch, you make her pearl Oh shit they can't find me, Yeezys on He should sign me Remember sittin' right in detention I ain't have bitches Now I'm whippin' in the Kitchen, ballin' so hard, no permission 32 Griffin, run up on me shootin' Pippen You a lil boy, boy you lame as f*ck You a lil broke boy, you lame as f*ck Yeah I'm balling like the Bucks You run up on me shootin' stuff Bitch I'm so high off a molly All in my jolly Fucking bitches on the trolley All these tats on my body wait, hold on! Bitch I'm so high off a molly All in my jolly Fucking bitches on the trolley yeah, Dexter! Bitch I'm so high off a molly All in my jolly Fucking bitches on the trolley All these tats on my body Geekin' off molly, turning up in the lobby Yeah! Water, water, water, water Get your bitch 'fore I spoil her I will never do her wrong And she be twerking to my songs I ride with my fam like the Brady Bunch Stop all that hate get some Hater Punch Yeah a nigga on his grind Two rings and they shine I can't f*ck with them, they on other stuff Wait, Fat Daddy wrap 'em up Then we throw him in the trash A young nigga got his bag