Bodega

I can make that lil hoe sing just like Anita baker, she faking love he faking money I don't know who faker, stacking money to go ghost and buy a big bentayga, that lil hoe said she want the meat then go to the bodega, I could never play no games, this shit not fucking sega, this not fucking PlayStation, all my blues are paper, nigga try to fade wit me we give his ass a taper, that lil bitch got a big fat ass but I could never tape her I could never, I could never tape that bitch, is we gon f*ck around to f*ck around we ain't lilo and stitch, I could never cuff a bitch, I just dick her down then ditch, I just want all the bread in my pocket like a wish sandwich, I just want hella blues in my pocket I'm tryna be rich, goin city to city and fucking commas up like money mitch, don't you ever try to still my flow cuz you can't get the pitch, you asking bout sum shit from years ago, like you ain't get the sitch, them niggas act like they den killed before but you a fucking snitch, that lil hoe she think that we twins we ain't Abercrombie and fitch, bitch my only twins nogo, she just wanna leave this world with me but I cannot nogo, ion even know if I'm on earth so I just pour some more, my momma always ask me why I smoke, cuz I need greens to grow, smoking on sum green then getting green, this shit been done before, my face just ain't never seen cuz ion like y'all bitches on the low, on the low no show, aintsocial wit my blunts before I show I blow, she got niggas coming in and out of her like a corner store, leave a nigga fro peeled off his head at the fuckin corner store, corner store grab and go, 45 bullets leave him redskin like a seminole, nigga try to play wit me and imma just take his soul, and they always gotta ask me why so cynical, to reach the pinnacle