WAR BOY

Look I'm a rapper now look at my wrist Blizzaga I'm c-c-c-cold burr my drip Auto tune cronies they flex making zip Zip up the dime bags I sling it to licks Make back my money don't dance for no hick Not about talking hear whispers that stick talk My head is haunted young phantom that ghost walk Pokemon Plat Giratina the dark spawn Crown on my head put chrome on my teeth Feel like a war boy I need me a leash Fresh out the money store got me a blood bag Vlad the Impaler I rack up these toe tags Tic-Tac-Toe make him dance like it's go go Your shorty bounce on my dick like a po-go Absentee father I bust then I no show You raising my kids Me pay? That's a no no Twitter niggas with the shits, ay woah They thumbs got shooters That fat f*ck be hitting licks, ay woah He built for hooters He say he roll with gang though I think he talking group chats He claim that he got bank rolls But niggas asking, "who that?"