Embarassin'

Hitting your bitch from the back, yeah she finna scream Bitch really think i'm a wife her but she for the team What's up in my cup it's red its never no green No I can't see through the hate in this limousine Little boy done fucked up his bag that's embarrassing Bitch i'm the shit never been no comparison She tried to FaceTime me on my iPhone I hung the phone up, cause I ain't hearing it I make her sing like we finna go caroling Bust on her face I ain't doing no parenting I got the hits in the speakers i'm blaring it Walk in your crib and take what you inherited She want the new Michael Kors She want the Christian Dior Bodies they hitting the floor Don't talk about me no more Whenever i'm hitting record Feel like i'm up in a morgue I ain't tryna do this no more Dead men got my fingers sore Where the f*ck did my soul go? Where the f*ck did my soul go? Where the f*ck did my soul go? Where did my soul go? Where did my soul go? Where did my soul go? Where did my soul go? She jump on it like pogo Hit his body we watching his soul float Called my demon and told him we gone blow F*ck the rest my team we on go mode I ain't felt shit like this up in so long Spent a day on the damn oxycodone Moncleezy when I put my coat on We in the VIP I'm with your bitch and she want take a sip Bought her designer but i'm not a simp You can ask any of my relationships I'll f*ck your bitch she won't turn to my wife Nigga talk down we gone take out his light F*ck he thought this was we ain't finna fight You get smoked out this wood nigga you finna die Hitting your bitch from the back, yeah she finna scream Bitch really think i'm a wife her but she for the team What's up in my cup it's red its never no green No I can't see through the hate in this limousine Where the f*ck did my soul go? Where the f*ck did my soul go? Where the f*ck did my soul go? Where did my soul go? Where did my soul go? Where did my soul go? Where did my soul go? Dior the shirt, Margay the pants You talking dirt nigga where is yo fans? Chopper big chop got me doing a dance F*ck up a bag and I do it again Yeah, think you a real big dog Well buddy you smaller than ants After I f*ck her i'm calling her friend Straight from the gutter you not from my ends I carry big dog status Walk in the with brand new automatics Shawty gone jump on my dick like a rabbit Don't f*ck with my dogs they really be rabid You don't want smoke, want no static I spent like 10 of your checks on a Patek Throwing the pack like its Madden Don't want that bitch cause I already had it Hitting your bitch from the back, yeah she finna scream Bitch really think i'm a wife her but she for the team Whats up in my cup it's red it's never no green Put the bitch on to the perc and she turned to a fiend Little boy done fucked up his bag that's embarrassing Bitch i'm the shit never been no comparison She tried to FaceTime me on my iPhone I hung the phone up, cause I ain't hearing it I make her sing like we finna go caroling Bust on her face I ain't doing no parenting I got the hits in the speakers i'm blaring it Walk in your crib and take what you inherited