But Im Toxic? (feat. D3WSON)

Bro, why am I, like, losing the shit? I can't even speak right 2-2-3 as I shoot it at your head, nigga, I don't get right Alright, I'm ready, yeah Okay, yeah, yeah Bitch, I'm toxic, but I bought you chauffeurs and brunch I can't stop it, two rings and two phones for fun But I'm toxic, ask for shit, but I don't know none I just stopped it, on the button, need personal funds Aye Bitch, you're delusional, I think it's something you should know Getting money usual, you hate that Drive around so much, so I bulletproof the Maybach Lust is what you love, there's a difference, can't you see that I'm pulling all this weight with my racks, can't you see that Tell my bro, go on and hit, he playing with us, we spinning shit I just get what I want, then I pay the next day She wanna hang with us, well, I'm like, no way If the money what you trust, then it's gone the next day Ion chit nor I chat I fly her out, she coming back aye Bitch, I'm toxic, but I bought you chauffeurs and brunch I can't stop it, two rings and two phones for fun But I'm toxic, ask for shit, but I don't know none I just stopped it, on the button, need personal funds She you get wicked, but I ain't Nardo Flying through that 12 like I'm 5-0 If I could Run my roster, It would be empty Keep telling me I need friends, but I know I don't need any It's been me and it's still me, lil' mama Right around this city with my partner We ain't mobbin', we just chillin', though we talkin' cash And you annoyed, cause the man that you had, you know you ain't gettin' back So when I go out, you ain't my task, shorty She get wicked, but I ain't Nardo Flying through it 12 like I'm 5-0 If I could Run my roster, It would be empty Keep telling me I need friends, but I know I don't need any Bitch, I'm toxic, but I bought you chauffeurs and brunch I can't stop it, two rings and two phones for fun But I'm toxic, ask for shit, but I don't know none I just stopped it, on the button, need personal funds Ayy I just got a question How I'm fake, but destined Said you love me, guessin I don't want you, best friend I ain't lettin' up Talk behind my back, but ain't no pushin' up Stay behind them screens You ain't talkin', man, your fingers talk Say that to my face, and I promise that you can't talk This money that I'm makin' buy your whole home and two cars I swear y'all so entitled Why not put that to a new job Y'all sit home while I pop off Y'all said chill, so I backed off But y'all keep talkin', so I'm back on Oh Maad, he's soft That's wrong Put a whole round in your backbone How much time you really have You dick ride just for a laugh Then come back and say, oh, he mad Wow, oh, I'm mad Boy, this drum gon' make you laugh I swear that meal would be your last I'm petty, boy, I'ma get you back Now I'm smokin' on your mama pack Bitch, I'm toxic, but I bought you chauffeurs and brunch I can't stop it, two rings and two phones for fun But I'm toxic, ask for shit, but I don't know none I just stopped it, on a button, need personal funds Ayy